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In his eagerness he knocked a silver-mounted photograph to the floor. He thrust the drug into the girl's hand and watched her helplessly as she worked over the limp figure on the bed. Mechanically he picked up the fallen picture to replace it. There looked out at him the face of a man of early middle age, a face of manifest intellectual power, high-boned, long-lined, and of the austere, almost ascetic beauty which the Florentine coins have preserved for us in clear fidelity. Across the bottom was written in a peculiarly rhythmic script, the legend: "Toujours
But the garage man was a Mexican, so Starr dared not risk a question or show any interest whatever in the car whose tires left those long-lined imprints to tell of its passing. He puffed at his cigarette until he had studied the angle of the front-wheel track and decided that the car must have been headed south, and that it had made a rather short turn away from the pump.
You know it well enough." "Part is in recitative," "So it is. Go on." "To enter into the poem, you must suppose a lover waiting in an arbour for his lady-love. First come two recited lines of expectation; then two more, in quite a different measure, of disappointment; and then a long-lined song of meditation; until expectation is again aroused, to be again disappointed and so on through the poem.
Evidently they, too, had been so much surprised by the unprecedented action of the stranger that they had not even challenged; but that they had no thought to let the thing go unnoticed was quickly evidenced by the skirring of motors upon the landing-stage and the quick shooting airward of a long-lined patrol boat. Thuvia watched it dart swiftly eastward. So, too, did other eyes watch.
There was to him something out of joint in the son of a man of his condition attempting to figure among the long-lined contemptuous elegants who had commanded him in the army during his youth. The gulf, he felt, was not passable with security nor credit.
"At the end of some days I shall see them." "And then perhaps you'll plead my cause, and make me thankful to you for life, Dahlia?" "Rhoda does not love you." "That's the fact, if a young woman's to be trusted to know her own mind, in the first place, and to speak it, in the second." Dahlia, closed her lips. The long-lined underlip was no more very red.
Alfred took it painfully to heart, and fell into a violent state of Whitmania. Have you seen his patient imitations of the long-lined, tumultuous one? After all, the surest way to be artificial is to try to be natural according to some other man's recipe.
He found the long-lined tread of the tires he sought plainly marked where they had turned into this street. After that he lost them where they had been blotted out by the broad tires of a truck. When he was sure that he could trace them no farther, he turned back, meaning to have breakfast at his favorite restaurant.
"At the end of some days I shall see them." "And then perhaps you'll plead my cause, and make me thankful to you for life, Dahlia?" "Rhoda does not love you." "That's the fact, if a young woman's to be trusted to know her own mind, in the first place, and to speak it, in the second." Dahlia, closed her lips. The long-lined underlip was no more very red.
They were both dining with Honor, but Jimsy looked in on his father first. "Gusty says he's slept all day," he reported to Honor. He kept looking at her, with an odd intensity, all through the lively meal. She had changed her wet white jersey for one of her long-lined, cleverly simple frocks of L. A. blue, and her honey-colored braids were like a crown above her serene forehead.
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