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Reanda was therefore under an obligation to the journalist, and Gloria herself was grateful. Moreover, Englishmen who came to Rome had frequently been to see Reanda's work in consequence of the articles. One old gentleman had tried to induce the artist to paint a picture for him, but had met with a refusal, on the ground that the work at the Palazzetto Borgia would occupy at least another year.
The following order was therefore issued to Captain Beaurepaire, of the Maria de Gloria, Captain Taylor, of the Nitherohy, and Captain. Thompson, of the Carolina, these being the only vessels on which I could in any degree depend:
Gratton paced back and forth, whirling always abreast of the stairs, looking up expectantly. Steve Jarrold, the man whom Gloria had heard laugh, never budged from the spot where he had landed when entering the living-room; his wide, spraddled legs seemed rooted through the big feet into the floor.
The juice of the plant together with the shade, partially revived her. Philip, too, sucked the leaf until his parched tongue and throat became a little more pliable. "What happened?" demanded Gloria. "Oh! yes, now I remember. I am sorry I gave out, Philip. I am not acclimated yet. What time is it?" After pillowing her head more comfortably upon his riding coat, Philip looked at his watch.
There was the Gloria who was the product of her mother's teaching and pampering; there was that other Gloria who was the true daughter of a pioneer stock, a girl linked to the city through tradition, bound to the outdoors through instinct.
It was natural, for she was thinking how Reanda had calmly gone back to his work that morning, without so much as asking for her. The contrast was too great and too strong, between love and indifference. They went into the work-room together, and Gloria sat down on one of the rush chairs, and told Griggs what she had done.
The taxi was only at Brooklyn Bridge, but the metre showed a dollar and eighty cents, and Anthony would never have omitted the ten per cent tip. Later in the afternoon he returned to the apartment. Gloria had also been out shopping and was asleep, curled in a corner of the sofa with her purchase locked securely in her arms.
He laughed disagreeably. "Pardon me, Gloria, if I tell you that you do change; that you have changed; that time has left its imprint upon even you a cruel fact, but true." He took a savage pleasure in her trembling, for she had roused all the devils in him and they were many. "You are growing tired!" "Not at all. But you have just voiced the strongest possible argument against marriage.
She had eyes for nobody but Gloria, and no smile for any one. Gloria stared back at her, fascinated. "You married?" she asked; and Gloria shook her head. "You 'eard me, what I said back below there!" Gloria nodded. "You sing?" "Sometimes." "You dance?" "Oh, yes. I love it." "Ah! You shall sing you shall dance against me! First you sing then I sing.
"That there's no lesson to be learned from life." After a short silence Maury said: "Young Gloria, the beautiful and merciless lady, first looked at the world with the fundamental sophistication I have struggled to attain, that Anthony never will attain, that Dick will never fully understand." There was a disgusted groan from the apple-barrel.
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