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This was modest in bulk as compared with Miss Felicia's; but while examining it, while touching it even, Damaris became aware of an inward excitement, of a movement of tenderness not to be ignored or denied.
"Yes," she agreed, "Aunt Felicia's amethysts have always been considered very beautiful." "And such a full set," said Viola. "Yes," said Jane. She colored a little, but Viola did not know why. At the last moment Jane had decided not to wear the amethyst comb, because it seemed to her altogether too decorative for a woman of her age, and she was afraid to mention it to Viola.
She had taken charge of Felicia's bag, had offered to keep Babiche. Her good humor shone in a dreary morning. Felicia began to have faith in her. "If I was you," said the girl, "I'd go get myself a bite to eat. It's noon, everybody's going out don't you see?" Felicia saw, she saw also that the patient newsstand girl was tired. "Do you go to get yourself 'a bite'?" she asked curiously.
To her perceptions, he was always figuring away with Felicia Vanderkist, her golden hair seemed always gleaming with him; and though this was not always the case, as the nephew of the house was one of those who had duties to guests and was not allowed by his aunts to be remiss, yet whenever he was not ordered about by them, he was sure to be found by Felicia's side.
"But oh, please! Do something I don't know " "Poor child!" murmured the Maestro. "Sit here, Felicia. Help her, Ken." "I don't need help," said Phil. "Oh, you think I'm mad, I suppose. I'm not. Ken please go and look out go to the house. Oh, Kirk!" The Maestro shook his head and put a hand on Felicia's shoulder. "Better go, Ken," he said quietly. Kenelm stepped upon the terrace.
She talked volubly in her rich broad Scotch. Agitated as she was, Felicia's own lips were mouthing these strange new sounds, she was sure she could get the gutteral A, she wasn't sure of the burry R. She couldn't heed at all what Janet was saying, indeed she couldn't listen intelligently, because her tired ears were still filled with the glorious harmonies of Dudley Hamilt's unfinished song.
For a while Charles Verity let the silent communion continue. Then, lest it should grow enervating, to either or to both, he spoke of ordinary subjects of poor little General Frayling's illness, of Miss Felicia's plans, of his own book. It was wiser for her, better also for himself, to step back into the normal thus quietly closing the door upon their dual act of retrospective clairvoyance.
You won't have to pretend you can see Felicia's great-great- grandmother's garden book you can really see it in the library of Octavia House if you care to ask the Poetry Girl to show it to you but perhaps you'll like to pretend that you can see the seventeen year old Felicia, wrapped in that shabby brocaded dressing gown sitting beside the window staring at the stained title page, trying to read the faint inked inscription.
But she rented it to a chauffeur and put me in this hole oh, oh, when all I asked was room for my model stand and room for my clay when all I wanted was room for Pandora you can't know how I feel " "But I do know how you feel!" slender hands cupped the girl's face. Felicia's eyes looked through into the girl's soul. "You feel like 'I can't get out, I can't get out, sang the starling'! Once I did.
Rose really had considerable respect for Felicia's judgment of a play. "I thought it was a pretty fair picture of real life." "I mean the acting," said Rose, annoyed. "The bridge scene was well acted, especially the woman's part. I thought the man overdid the sentiment a little." "Did you? I enjoyed that. And wasn't the scene between the two cousins funny when they first learned they were related?
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