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A rustle of weeds and quick turning of heads hailed the opening of the door, and Lily Bart appeared, tall and noble in her black dress, with Gerty Farish at her side. The women's faces, as she paused interrogatively on the threshold, were a study in hesitation.
As much of his personal history as Gerty knew seemed to her peculiarly devoid of the interest or the excitement of adventure; and the only facts of his life which she would have found deserving the trouble of repeating were that he had married an impossible woman somewhere in Colorado, and that for ten years he had lived in New York where he edited The International Review.
Some good person, I know. Oh! how could he get up so high?" And Gerty fell asleep, wondering who lit the star. Poor little, untaught, benighted soul! Who shall enlighten thee? Thou art God's child, little one! Christ died for thee. Will he not send man or angel to light up the darkness within, to kindle a light that shall never go out, the light that shall shine through all eternity!
Why on earth did she take to poetry?" he demanded impatiently. "I hate it it's all sheer insanity." "Well, some few madmen have thought otherwise," remarked Gerty, adding immediately, "and so you met Laura. Oh, you two! It was the irresistible force meeting the immovable body. What happened?" He regarded her quite gravely while his cigarette burned like a little red eye between his fingers.
"I wonder if Gerty and Mamie will be sorry if I'm drowned," thought Jill, remembering the poor girl who had been lost in the Chasm not long ago. Her lively fancy pictured the grief of her friends at her loss; but that did not help or comfort her now, and as her anxious gaze wandered along the shore, she said aloud, in a pensive tone,
Miller had undertaken the care of him, and could, undoubtedly, account for his absence. She would seek him at once. "Oh, I'm so sorry," said Mrs. Sullivan, "that you should have to go out again in such a storm; but I feel very anxious about grandpa don't you, Gerty?" "Not very: I think he's safe in the church. But I'll go for him at once; you know, auntie, I never mind the weather."
"Well, he doesn't want in the least to go he'll tell you so himself when you see him but I do wish that your views of life weren't quite so awful." Gerty was still critically regarding her appearance in the mirror, and before answering she ran her hand lightly over the exquisite curve of her hip in her velvet gown.
It contained several dirty thumb-marks and the following message, roughly scrawled in pencil: "sir the lady with the hat cum for you about for aclock i told her as you was out and she rote this leter gerty." Hastily picking up the envelope, I slit open the flap, and pulled out the "leter" from inside. It covered two sides, and was written in Sonia's curious, sloping, foreign-looking hand.
The ground was covered with snow, and which dazzled Gerty's eyes, for she suddenly found herself quite blinded her head grew dizzy, she staggered and fell. Trueman came in a moment after, and was frightened at seeing Gerty stretched upon the floor, and was not surprised that she had fainted in trying to walk.
"Oh, she simply had to die," said Gerty, "there was nothing else that she could do in decency not that she would have been greatly influenced by such a necessity," she commented blandly. "I'd like all the same to know how he would have met the difficulty, for that he would have met it, I am perfectly assured."
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