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Tessa hesitated a little, under a recurrence of that original dreamy wonder about Romola which had been expelled by chatting contact "if you were a saint, you would take care of him, too, because you have taken care of me and Lillo." An agitated flush came over Romola's face in the first moment of certainty, but she had bent her cheek against Lillo's head.
Fielding's own benefit, as appears from the curious ticket attributed to Hogarth and facsimiled by A. M. Ireland, took place on April 25, but we have no record of the amount of his gains. Mrs. Charke farther says that "soon after Pasquin began to droop," Fielding produced Lillo's Fatal Curiosity in which she acted Agnes.
Romola paused for a moment. She had taken Lillo's cheeks between her hands, and his young eyes were meeting hers.
And it should be remembered that in those days to bridge the social gulf between the kinsman of the Earl of Denbigh and a working jeweller, required courage as well as insight. Some time after Lillo's death a generous memorial notice of him appeared in Fielding's paper the Champion.
They had admired the man for looking his part so boldly; for showing the undisguised blackguard in every line of his coarse body and cruel face; the pseudo-gentleman of Lillo's picture was a poor thing compared to the real Vard.
In the September following the sale of his Dorsetshire estate Fielding had to regret the death of George Lillo, to whose success he had devoted so much personal care and energy, when staging Lillo's tragedy Fatal Curiosity on the boards of the little theatre in the Haymarket.
Alonzo Vard's suicide he killed himself, strangely enough, the day that Lillo's pictures were first shown had made his portrait the chief feature of the exhibition. It had been painted ten or twelve years earlier, when the terrible "Boss" was at the height of his power; and if ever man presented a type to stimulate such insight as Lillo's, that man was Vard; yet the portrait was a failure.
Her colour went again, and, seizing Lillo's arm, she ran with him to Monna Lisa, saying, with a half sob, loud in the old woman's ear "Oh, Lisa, you are wicked! Why will you stand with your back to the door? Lillo ran away ever so far into the street." "Holy Mother!" said Monna Lisa, in her meek, thick tone, letting the spoon fall from her hands. "Where were you, then?
Lillo's presence in New York he had come over from Paris for the first time in twelve years, to arrange the exhibition of his pictures gave to the analysis of his methods as personal a flavor as though one had been furtively dissecting his domestic relations.
I felt Lillo at my shoulder again. "You knew her, I suppose?" I had to stop and think. Why, of course I'd known her: a silent handsome girl, showy yet ineffective, whom I had seen without seeing the winter that society had capitulated to Vard. Still looking at the crayon, I tried to trace some connection between the Miss Vard I recalled and the grave young seraph of Lillo's sketch.
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