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Now again gigantic masonry, slender pillars, bold vaults and arches rose to unite into a proud dome. Everybody admired the humble man, whose creative genius now employed thousands of industrious workmen, and Master Gerhard's name was mentioned with great praise at home and abroad.
"Because I shall be needed here, Dawn. Because I cannot leave you now. You will need some one a friend " I stared at him with eyes that were wide with terror, waiting for I knew not what. "Need some one for what?" I stammered. "Why should you " In the kindly shadow of the trees Von Gerhard's hands took my icy ones, and held them in a close clasp of encouragement. "Norah is coming to be with you "
"Dawn, Vienna, and the whole world is waiting for you, if you will but take it. Vienna and happiness with me " I wrenched my wrists free with a dreadful effort and rose, sick, bewildered, stunned. My world my refuge of truth, and honor, and safety and sanity that had lain in Ernst von Gerhard's great, steady hands, was slipping away from me.
We glided out upon the smooth white road. All the loveliness of the night seemed to have vanished. Only the ugly, distorted shadows remained. The terror of uncertainty gripped me. I could not endure the sight of Von Gerhard's stern, set face. I grasped his arm suddenly so that the machine veered and darted across the road. With a mighty wrench Von Gerhard righted it.
Somewhere in my inner consciousness a cool little voice was saying, over and over again: "Now, Dawn, careful! You've come to the crossroads at last. Right or left? Choose! Now, Dawn, careful!" and the rest of it all over again. When I lifted my face from my hands at last it was to meet the tenderness of Von Gerhard's gaze with scarcely a tremor.
The sounds seemed seared upon my brain. I rose and ran down the path toward the waiting machine. There in the darkness I buried my shamed face in my hands and prayed for the tears that would not come. It seemed hours before I heard Von Gerhard's firm, quick tread upon the gravel path. He moved about the machine, adjusting this and that, then took his place at the wheel without a word.
M. Gerhard also added, beyond the sacrarium, an apse, of which General Di Cesnola found no traces, but which may possibly have disappeared in the course of the sixty years which separated the observations of M. Gerhard's informants from the researches of the later traveller.
"Can't you convey all this to me without grasping my wrists like a villain in a melodrama? Besides, it isn't very generous or thoughtful of you to tell me all this, knowing that it is not for me. Vienna for you, and Milwaukee and cheese sandwiches for me. Please pass the mustard." But the hold on my wrists grew firmer. Von Gerhard's eyes were steady as they gazed into mine.
Famous specialists can't be bothered with middle-aged relatives of their college friends, can they, Herr Doktor?" And now it was Von Gerhard's face that flushed a deep and painful crimson. He looked at me, in silence, and I felt very little, and insignificant, and much like an impudent child who has stuck out its tongue at its elders. Silent men always affect talkative women in that way.
You would not have me wailing here in the street. Tell me just one thing, and there shall be no more fluttering breaths and languishing looks. Tell me, when did you begin to care?" We had reached Knapfs' door-step. The short winter day was already drawing to its close. In the half-light Von Gerhard's eyes glowed luminous. "Since the day I first met you at Norah's," he said, simply.
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