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In the color of her eyes she resembled neither parent; Mrs. Knight's were close-set and hard; Peter's shallow, indefinite, weak. Lorelei's were limpid and of a twilight blue. Her single paternal inheritance was a smile perhaps a trifle too ready and too meaningless. Yet it was a pleasant smile, indicative of a disposition toward courtesy, if not self- depreciation.
Lorelei's shyness at meeting him had quickly disappeared when she found that he knew more theatrical people than she and that he was quite unable to talk interestingly about anything except choruses and coryphees. Of the former he was a merciless critic, of the latter he was an enthusiastic supporter.
There followed a noisy shuffling of chairs, some mumbled questions and answers, the crackle of papers, a deal of unintelligible rigamarole, then a man's heavy seal-ring was slipped upon Lorelei's finger, and she knew herself to be Mrs. Robert Wharton. It was all confused, unimpressive, unreal. She was never able fully to recall the picture of that room or the events that occurred there.
These reports covered Lorelei's every movement, they bared every bit of ancient scandal connected with her, they recounted salacious stage gossip as fact and falsely construed those actions which were capable of more than one interpretation.
She combs with a comb that is golden, And sings a weird refrain That steeps in a deadly enchantment The list'ner's ravished brain: The doomed in his drifting shallop, Is tranced with the sad sweet tone, He sees not the yawning breakers, He sees but the maid alone: The pitiless billows engulf him! So perish sailor and bark; And this, with her baleful singing, Is the Lorelei's gruesome work.
Bright disks of color were burning in Lorelei's cheeks; she was smiling peculiarly. "Rest easy," she said. "I've no wish to embarrass you nor to drag my husband into this rotten business. It seems he's as modern as the rest of you, but I'm old-fashioned." There came a knock at the door, and Hayman's voice, calling: "Betty! Let me in!" His sister opened the door an inch or two.
We found the "very young youth" on deck, industriously polishing brass-work, and his complexion bore out Starr's description as I questioned him about his former situations. It seems there was only one, and with a small boat; but the motor was the same as this. The arrangement of "Lorelei's" deck aft pleases me particularly, for it might have been designed to suit my purpose.
I shall if the ladies don't object sit mostly on 'Lorelei's' deck, making sketches, and entertaining them as well as I know how though not with technical information." "I shall be there to give them that, if they want it," said I. "You? You'll have to be at the bow, skippering." "I don't skipper at the bow, thank you.
In his summary of Lorelei's present life Slosson had not been far wrong. Many changes had come to the Knights during the past two years changes of habit, of thought, and of outlook; the entire family had found it necessary to alter their system of living. But it was in the girl that the changes showed most. When Mrs.
The cab swung into the curb, and he scrambled out, then stumbled blindly up the steps and into the building where he lived. Adoree met him at his own door. Lorelei's summons had evidently found the dancer dressed for anything except such a crisis, for Miss Demorest was arrayed in the very newest importation.
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