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The back-bone, the back-bone we shall improve that. Now, four hours a day for six weeks and we shall have something again." Gyp said softly: "I have a baby, Monsieur Harmost." Monsieur Harmost bounded. "What! That is a tragedy!" Gyp shook her head. "You like it? A baby! Does it not squall?" "Very little." "Mon Dieu! Well, well, you are still as beautiful as ever. That is something.
In her rage, she retained enough sense of proportion to understand that he had done this, just as he had insulted Monsieur Harmost and her father and others in an ungovernable access of nerve-irritation; just as, perhaps, one day he would kill someone. But to understand this did not lessen her feeling. Her baby! Such a tiny thing!
Now, what can you do with this baby? Could you get rid of it a little? This is serious. This is a talent in danger. A fiddler, and a baby! C'est beaucoup! C'est trop!" Gyp smiled. And Monsieur Harmost, whose exterior covered much sensibility, stroked her hand. "You have grown up, my little friend," he said gravely. "Never mind; nothing is wasted. But a baby!" And he chirruped his lips.
After naming an entirely new Senate, and appointing fresh magistrates, they proceeded to exterminate their most obnoxious opponents. But Critias, and the more violent party among them, still called for more blood; and with the view of obtaining it, procured a Spartan garrison, under the harmost Callibius, to be installed in the Acropolis.
Would it be relief to pour her soul out? Would it? His brown eyes questioned her like an old dog's. She did not want to hurt one so kind. And yet impossible! Monsieur Harmost suddenly sat down at the piano. Resting his hands on the keys, he looked round at her, and said: "I am in love with you, you know. Old men can be very much in love, but they know it is no good that makes them endurable.
She found Monsieur Harmost fidgeting up and down the room, whose opened windows could not rid it of the smell of latakia. "Ah," he said, "I thought you were not coming! You look pale; are you not well? Is it the heat? Or" he looked hard into her face "has someone hurt you, my little friend?" Gyp shook her head. "Ah, yes," he went on irritably; "you tell me nothing; you tell nobody nothing!
Lysander now at once subverted the constitution, establishing thirty archons in the city, and ten in Peiræus, placing also a garrison in the Acropolis under the command of Kallibius, who acted as harmost, or governor.
The voice of Monsieur Harmost, softly gruff, as if he knew what she was feeling, increased her emotion; her breast heaved under the humming-bird blouse, water came into her eyes, and more than ever her lips quivered. He was saying: "Come, come! The only thing we cannot cure is age. You were right to come, my child. Music is your proper air.
She felt the scrub of his little bristly beard, and raised her face with a deep sigh of satisfaction. A voice behind them said mockingly: "Bravo!" There, by the door, stood Fiorsen. "Congratulations, madame! I have long wanted to see you under the inspiration of your master!" Gyp's heart began to beat desperately. Monsieur Harmost had not moved.
And Gyp played, whether from overexcited nerves or from not having had any lunch, better than she had ever played. The Chopin polonaise in A flat, that song of revolution, which had always seemed so unattainable, went as if her fingers were being worked for her. When she had finished, Monsieur Harmost, bending forward, lifted one of her hands and put his lips to it.
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