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Flavilla turned on her camp-stool and inspected them both. "Not quite as well," she said frankly. "You know, Drusilla, you are very nearly in love with him." And she resumed her sketching. Drusilla gazed at the purple horizon unembarrassed. "Am I?" she said absently. "Are you?" he repeated, close to her shoulder. She turned and looked into his sun-tanned face curiously. "What is it to love?
It was only lately, in Nantbrook, that her dissatisfaction had materialized in vague restless hints. "Frazee says Flavilla is sick," he told her. "He thinks we ought to get Markley." She made a gesture of skepticism. "All those doctors send you to each other," she proclaimed. "Like as not he'll get half for doing it." "She don't look right." Bella's voice and attitude grew exasperated.
Surely there were more things to love than she had dreamed of in her philosophy. She looked up as he bent nearer, understanding that she was to be kissed, awaiting the event which suddenly loomed up freighted with terrific significance. There was a silence, a sob. "Jack darling I I love you so!" Flavilla was sketching on her camp-stool when they returned. "I'm horridly hungry," she said.
His prayers and singing, his plans for redemption, for a godly life, had threatened to end at the first assault of evil. He temporarily overcame his dejection at the memory of Flavilla. Doctor Markley lived in a larger town than Nantbrook, a dozen miles beyond the fields and green hills, and he must get him by telephone. Then there was the problem of payment.
Gray, very lately Sybilla Carr; and the unmarried triplets, Flavilla and Drusilla Carr. Remembering with a shudder how Bell Telephone and Standard Oil might once have been bought for a song, Bushwyck Carr determined that in this case his pudgy fingers should not miss the forelock of Time and the divided skirts of Chance.
Squinting at the viewless ether through his monocle he beheld millions in it; so did William Augustus Destyn and the other sons-in-law. Only the unmarried triplets, Flavilla and Drusilla, remained amiably indifferent in the midst of all these family financial scurryings and preparations to secure world patents in a monopoly which promised the social regeneration of the globe.
There was no hurry; he could make one, two steps at Bowman's slightest movement.... Lemuel thought of Flavilla deserted, dying alone with a parched mouth, of all that had gone to wreck in the evil that had overtaken him the past that could not, it appeared, be killed. Yet where Bowman was the past, it was nearly over.
"I am thinking about it," he said. She laid her head on one side, inspecting him with frankest approval. "I wonder," she said, "what your name is. I am Flavilla Carr." "Not one of the Carr triplets!" "Yes but," she added quickly, "I'm not married. Are you?" "Oh, no, no, no!" he said hastily. "I'm Henry Kingsbury, of Pebble Point, Northport "
The women'll never take to you smoking cigarettes." "Ah, hell, what do I care! We came here, but it ain't living. It makes me sick, and you make me sick I Can't you sing and pray in the city as well as among these hicks?" "I'm afraid of it," he said, brief and somber. "And I don't want Flavilla brought up with any of the gang we knew. Where is she?" "I sent her to bed.
His sense of worldly loneliness deepened; Flavilla seemed far away. All life was inexplicable yes, and profitless, ending in weariness and death. The hunger for perfection, for God, that had been a constant part of his existence, the longing for peace and security, were almost unbearable. He had had a long struggle; the devil was deeply rooted in him.
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