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There was a smile on her face, but even the smile was the smile of a dreaming person. "No Mother," she said, "I haven't seen Bertrand ... to-day." "Why, you're looking right at him now!" protested her exasperated Mother. With a gentle murmur of dissent, Flame's Father stepped forward and laid his arm across the young girl's shoulder. "She she may be looking at him," he said.
Marie does not know; but seeing those initials, and divining a presence between us, she dare not speak. As the match is on the point of going out I throw it down. The little flame's last flicker has lighted up for me the edge of the poor black serge skirt, so worn that it shines a little, even in the evening, and has shown me the girl's shoe.
Its absolute poise of bearing brought into his mind the opium-eater's words that "no dignity is perfect which does not at some point ally itself with the mysterious"; and he became suddenly aware that the presence of the dog in this foggy, haunted room on the top of Putney Hill was uncommonly welcome to him. He was glad to feel that Flame's dependable personality was with him.
With one elbow leaning casually on the mantle-piece, his narrowed eyes faintly inscrutable, faintly smiling, it seemed suddenly to the young Master of the House that he had been waiting all his discouraged years for just that glance. His heart gave the queerest jump. Flame's face turned suddenly very pink. Like a person in a dream, she turned back to her Mother.
And he's sitting at the front gate this moment! Superintending the unpacking of the furniture van! And I've named him Lopsy!" "Why, Flame; how absurd!" gasped her mother. In consideration of the fact that Flame's mother had run all the way from the icy-footed chicken yard to answer the telephone it shows distinctly what stuff she was made of that she gasped nothing else.
Your Aunt Minna, you know, is just a little bit peculiar! But such a worthy woman! So methodical! So...." To Flame's inner vision appeared quite suddenly the pale, inscrutable face of the old Butler who asked nothing, answered nothing, welcomed nothing, evaded nothing. "... Yes'm," said Flame.
I who am a man born of woman, I in my station honor thee in honoring this desire which uses all of a man. Make open therefore the way of creation, encourage the flaming dust which is in our hearts, and aid us in that flame's perpetuation! For is not that thy law?" Anaitis answered: "There is no law in Cocaigne save, Do that which seems good to you."
"I never heard anything so ridiculous in my life! How do we know she's respectable?" "Oh, my dear," deprecated Flame's Father. "Just as though the owners of the Rattle-Pane House would rent it to any one who wasn't respectable!" "Oh, she's very respectable," insisted Flame. "Of a lineage so distinguished " "How old might this paragon be?" queried her Father. "Old?" puzzled Flame.
At this interception everybody turned suddenly and looked at the Lay Reader. His mouth was twisted very slightly to one side. It gave him a rather unpleasant snarling expression. If this expression had been vocal instead of muscular it would have shocked his hearers. "Your Father had to go on board the train and identify him," persisted Flame's Mother.
Surely there is nothing more or less than just plain righteousness in that!" "What a splendid idea!" capitulated Flame. "But, of course, if I'm absolutely blindfolded," she wavered for a second only, "you'll have to lead me by the hand." "I could do that," admitted the Lay Reader. With the big white handkerchief once tied firmly across her eyes, Flame's last scruple vanished.
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