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Updated: September 13, 2025
Now Artois laid down his pen, and pulled forward an arm-chair opposite to the sofa. "Mon Dieu, Doro! How fresh you look, like a fish just pulled out of the sea!" The Marchesino showed his teeth in a smile which also shone in his round and boyish eyes. "I have just come out of the sea. Papa and I have been bathing at the Eldorado.
But this frankness was impossible to him, and as it was impossible he must allow Doro to suspect him of sordid infamies. He knew, of course, the Neapolitan's habitual disbelief in masculine virtue, and did not mind it. Then why should he mind Doro's laughing thought of himself as one of the elderly crew who cling to forbidden pleasures? Why should he feel sore, angry, almost insulted?
Let me see," and after consulting the instrument, she faced north. "I will go due west and come back due east. I surely can't get lost if I follow that." "Now, Doro, don't go too near the edge of anything. I never saw such edgy-edges as they are up here in Maine. Looks to me as if this part of the world was made last, with the jumping-off places for the men who did the making."
"She's mean," was whispered around. "Perhaps teacher knows only the meanest girl would ever take Doro's place." Meanwhile two very miserable girls were crying their eyes sore in the back seat. "Oh, Doro!" sobbed Tavia, "to think you lost it on my account." "It was not on your account," wailed Dorothy, "but on account of an unreasonable teacher." "Hush! She'll hear you."
But he was sure anybody would far rather sit and chatter with him, or hear him play a valse on the piano, or a bit of the "Boheme," than bend over a table all by himself. And Artois always welcomed him. He liked him. But it was not only that which made him complaisant. Doro was a type, and a singularly perfect one.
"Yep," replied Tavia; "and it was a nice one, too dark, didn't show " "Tavia!" exclaimed Dorothy warningly, for Tavia usually kept Dorothy busy correcting her possibly impolite speeches. "All right, Doro. It simply was 'a nice one, and when I dropped it I knew perfectly well that I would 'bust' something." "Did you?" asked Roger, not noticing Tavia's slang.
Not England; certainly not that! Suddenly Artois was conscious that he knew Doro much better than he knew Vere. He remembered the statement of an Austrian psychologist, that men are far more mysterious than women, and shook his head over it now.
"Non lo so. Put on your chapeau and come. Il fait tres beau cet apres-midi." Doro was very proud of his French, which made Artois secretly shiver, and generally spoke it when he was in specially good spirits, or was feeling unusually mischievous. As they walked along the sea-front a moment later, he continued in Italian: "You were not at the island yesterday, Emilio?" "No. Were you?"
Come in, Doro dear, and tell us if we can help you." "Aunt Libby is alone with him, and when the doctor comes she may need something. If your ma would not be afraid to let Johnnie run over about noon, I would pay him for any errand," spoke Dorothy.
"Oh, all right, if you feel that way about it," said Tavia a little stiffly, "perhaps, Dorothy, I had better have a headache and not go out to camp I don't mean to be pouty," she hurried on, "but really, Dorothy, I have never been able to withstand that sort of temptation and I might embarrass you. I wouldn't do it for anything, Doro." Dorothy Dale was perplexed.
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