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"I know," interrupted Easelmann, in a denser cloud than usual, "a village Lucy, 'a violet 'neath a mossy stone, fair as a star when only one, you know the rest of it. She was fair because there was only one." "Silence, Mephistopheles! it is my turn; let me finish my story. I never told her my love" "'But let concealment'" "Attend to your pipe; it is going out. I did look, however.
He advanced still nearer, looking at her with a tender earnestness, as though his very soul were in the glance. She covered her face with her hands. "Alice," he said, "you know what that name once meant to me. I cannot speak it now without a feeling beyond utterance." Easelmann, meanwhile, quietly sidled towards the door, and, saying that he was going back to see Mrs.
The sale of pictures had taken place, and the prices, though not high enough to make the fortunes of the artists, were yet reasonably remunerative; the pictures were esteemed almost as highly, Easelmann thought, as the decorative sketches in an omnibus. "And did Sandford buy your picture, Greenleaf?" "Yes, I believe so. In fact, I saw it in his drawing-room, yesterday."
The first flush of excitement was over, and it was with difficulty that she found her way through the hall. Easelmann was coming down, and saw her hesitating step and her tremulous grasp upon the rail; he sprang down four steps at a time, caught her before she fell, and carried her in his arms like a child up to Mrs. Sandford's room.
You can grin, you amiable Mephistopheles, but I know you! No, my dear Easelmann, I am cured. I shall take hold of my pencils with new energy. I will save money and go abroad, and I had nearly forgotten her! I will take a new look at my darling's sweet face in my pocket, and, like Ulysses, I'll put wax into my ears when I meet the singing Siren again."
Not so Greenleaf; it was the most dangerous dilemma in which he had ever been placed, and he was thoroughly at a loss to know how to extricate himself. Would that he could telegraph to Easelmann to come down, so that he could effect a decent retreat, and not leave the field in the sole possession of the enemy. The silence was becoming embarrassing.
"You know that people call you blunt, and that most of the artists think you almost malicious in your severity; but you are the only man who ever talks sincerely to me." Easelmann noticed the emotion, and spoke abruptly, "Depend upon it, if I see anything faulty, you will know it; if you think that friendly, I am your friend.
Greenleaf," said Easelmann, "I wish you to know some friends of mine." The gentleman so addressed turned and approached the party, and was presented to "Miss Sandford, Mr. Sandford, Mrs. Sandford, and Mr. Charles Sandford."
The charmer will not cast so powerful a spell upon you the next time, and you will come away more tranquil." There was just the least shade of sarcasm in the tone, and Greenleaf, as usual, was a little puzzled. For Easelmann was a study, always agreeable, never untruthful, but fond of launching an idea like a boomerang, to sweep away, apparently, but to return upon some unexpected curve.
It was something to know that she was in the city, and, probably, not destitute; still better to know what path of life she had chosen, so that his time need not be wasted in fruitless inquiries. On his return, after the second day's search, he sought his friend Easelmann, whose counsel and sympathy he particularly desired. "Any tidings of the fugitive?" was the first question.
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