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Yet this marked speculative tendency seemed not in the slightest degree to affect her practical activities. Her mysticism and realism ran in close parallel lines without interfering with each other. With strong rationalistic tendencies from education and conviction, she found herself in spiritual accord with the pious introversion of Thomas a Kempis and Madame Guion.
"A gift implies two conditions on the one side the right to offer, and on the other the freedom to take." "But I should say that those conditions existed between Mr. Guion and me." "But not between you and me. Don't you see? That's the point. To any such transaction as this I have to be, in many ways, the most important party."
He was too indifferent to lift his hand and put the inkstand back into its place. Instead, he threw himself on a couch, turning his face to the still open window and drinking in with thirsty gasps the blessed, revivifying air. Guion awoke in a chill, gray light, to find himself covered with a rug, and his daughter, wrapped in a white dressing-gown, bending above him.
"Hardly if I marry him; and besides when you know him You see," she began again, "what I have in mind depends upon your knowing him rather well." "Then, Miss Guion," he laughed, "you can drop it. I've sized him up with a look. I've seen others like him at Gibraltar and Malta and Aden and Hongkong and Cairo, and wherever their old flag floats. They're a fine lot.
Guion," he began, apparently with some hesitation, "about what we were talking of last night." Guion pulled himself together. His handsome eyebrows arched themselves, and he half smiled. "Last night? What were we talking of?" "We weren't talking of it, exactly. You only told us." "Only told you what?" The necessity to do a little fencing brought some of his old powers into play.
By dwelling too pensively on these thoughts he found he had missed some of the turns of the talk, his attention awakening to hear Henry Guion say: "That's all very fine, but a man doesn't risk everything he holds dear in the world to go cheating at cards just for the fun of it. You may depend upon it he had a reason." "Oh, he had a reason," Mrs. Fane agreed "the reason of being hard up.
It was, too, the one point on which she could form an articulated thought. She was Olivia Guion still! In this slipping of the world from beneath her feet she got a certain assurance from the affirmation of her identity. She was still that character, compounded of many elements, which recognized as its most active energies insistence of will and tenacity of pride.
It seemed long before the pent-up emotions of the last month or two, controlled, repressed, unacknowledged, as they had been, found utterance in one loud cry: "Aunt Vic!" Not till that minute had she guessed her need of a woman, a Guion, one of her very own, a mother, on whose breast to lay her head and weep her cares out.
But it would be full of people who'd be fond of you, not for the sou but for yourself." She did her best to be offended. "You're taking liberties, monsieur. C'est bien américan, céla." "Excuse me, madame," he said, humbly. "I only mean that they are fond of you at least, I I know Miss Guion is. Two nights before I sailed I heard her almost crying for you yes, almost crying. That's why I came.
"I know enough about it," Mrs. Temple declared, with some asperity, "to see that she will be the same Olivia Guion after her father has gone to prison as she was in the days of her happiness. If there's any change, it will be to make her a better and nobler character. She's just the type to be to be perfected through suffering." "Y-y-es," Drusilla admitted, her head inclined to one side.
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