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Manella sprang up from the turf where she had been sitting. "I know that!" she said, and her splendid eyes flashed proud defiance "I know I have been a fool to let myself care for you! I do not know why I did it was an illness! But I am well now!" "You are well now? Good! O let us be joyful! Keep well, Manella! and be 'quite beautiful' as you are!
Roger Seaton asked the question of Manella, twirling in his hand an unopened letter she had just given him. She nodded in the affirmative. He looked at her critically, amused at the evident pains she had taken with her dress and general appearance. He twirled the letter again like a toy in his fingers. "I wonder what it's all about? Do you know?"
Her grey-blue eyes flashed over them all carelessly and lighted on Manella who stood shrinking aside in a corner. To her she beckoned smilingly. "Come and see me off!" she said "Take a look at my car and see how you'd like to travel in it!" Manella pursed her lips and shook her head. "I'd rather not!" she murmured "It's no use looking at what one can never have!" Morgana laughed.
"How do YOU know?" and he laughed again "What have YOU ever experienced in the line of hotels? You are employed at the Plaza to fetch and carry; to wait on the wretched invalids who come to California for a 'cure' of diseases incurable " "YOU are not an invalid!" she said with a slight accent of contempt. "No! I only pretend to be!" "Why do you pretend?" "Oh, Manella! What a question!
I begin to learn! And you, if you are not his friend, what are you here for?" Gwent began to feel impatient with this irrepressible "prize" beauty. "I came to see him at his own request on business;" he answered curtly "The business is concluded and I go away to-morrow." Manella was silent. The low chirping of a cicada hidden in the myrtle thicket made monotonous sweetness on the stillness.
Why do we all pretend? all! every human being from the child to the dotard! Simply because we dare not face the truth! For example, consider the sun! It is a furnace with flames five thousand miles high, but we 'pretend' it is our beautiful orb of day! We must pretend! If we didn't we should go mad!" Manella knitted her black brows perplexedly.
"You found your friend well?" she said. "Very well, indeed!" replied Gwent, promptly "In fact, I never knew he was ill!" Manella gave her peculiar little uplift of the head which was one of her many fascinating gestures. "He is not ill" she said "He only pretends! That is all! He has some reason for pretending. I think it is love!" Gwent laughed. "Not a bit of it!
A greater contrast could hardly be imagined than that afforded by the two men, the conventionally clothed, stiff-jointed Washington senator, and the fine, easy supple figure of his roughly garbed companion; and Manella, watching them descend the hill from a coign of vantage in the Plaza gardens, criticised their appearance in her own special way.
Morgana, dotted only in a white silk nightgown, sitting on the edge of her bed with her small rosy toes peeping out beneath the tiny frill of her thin garment, looked at the broad-shouldered handsome girl Manella who had just brought in her breakfast tray and now stood regarding her with an odd expression of mingled admiration and shyness.
You might kill me I would die gladly if it saved YOUR life! ah, you do not understand love not the love of Manella!" And she lifted her face to his a face so lovely, so young, so warm with her soul's inward rapture that its glowing beauty might have made a lover of an anchorite.
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