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"What a startling contrast she would be to these dolls of fashion!" he thought "What a sensation she would make! There's not a woman here who can compare with her! If I were only a bit younger I'd try my luck! anyway I'm younger than to-day's bridegroom! but she Manella would never look at any other man than Seaton, who doesn't care a rap for her or any other woman!"
Standing beside the bed with Manella was Marco Ardini, intensely watchful and eager to note even a quiver of the flesh or the tremor of a muscle, and near him was Lady Kingswood, terrified yet enthralled by the scene, and anxious on behalf of Morgana, who looked statuesque and pensive like a small attendant angel close to Don Aloysius.
Some reflection of this feeling showed itself in the expression of Morgana's face while she hesitated to answer, holding the girl's hand in her own and stroking it affectionately the while. Manella, gazing at her as a worshipper might gaze at a sacred picture, instinctively divined her thought. "Ah?
Manella replied with sudden sharpness "No! I would not like you to see him! He would either hate you or love you!" The grey-blue lightning flash glittered in Morgana's eyes. "You ARE a curious girl!" she said, slowly "You might be a tragic actress and make your fortune on the stage, with that voice and that look! And yet you stay here as 'help' in a Sanatorium! Well!
When the calf is born and old enough to get along by itself, it forgets its mother just as its mother forgets IT, while the sire is blissfully indifferent to both! It's really the same thing with human animals, especially nowadays only we haven't the honesty to admit it! No, Manella Soriso! with your good looks you ought to be far above 'feeling like THAT! you are a nobler creature than a cow!
The silence of the hills was, or seemed more intense and impressive the great white cloud still spread itself in large leisure along the miles of slowly darkening sky. Presently he spoke. "And what wages, Manella? What wages should I have to pay for such a servant? such a dog?" Her head drooped, she avoided his steady, searching gaze. "What wages, Manella? None, you would say, except love!
"Oh, you mean Manella" said Seaton, carelessly; "Yes, she's quite a beauty. She's the maid, waitress or 'help' of some sort at the hotel." "She's a good 'draw' for male visitors" said Gwent "Many a man I know would pay a hundred dollars a day to have her wait upon him!" "Would YOU?" asked Seaton, amused. "Well! perhaps not a hundred dollars a day, but pretty near it!
And both of you obsessed by the same one man! I pity that man! The only thing for him to do is to keep out of it! No, Manella! think as you like, she is not beautiful. You ARE beautiful. But SHE is clever, You are NOT clever. You may thank God for that! SHE is outrageously, unnaturally, cursedly clever!
And there swept over her mind the memory of Manella her rich, warm, dark beauty her frank abandonment to passions purely primitive, and she smiled, a cold little weird smile. "He may marry her," she said "And yet I think not!
As Morgana entered the room she smiled, her small even teeth gleaming like tiny pearls in the faint rose of her pretty mouth, and stretched out her hand. "What has he said to you?" she asked "Tell me! Is he not glad to see you? to know he is with you? safe with you in your home?" Morgana sat down beside her. "Dear Manella" she answered, gently and with tenderest pity "He does not know me.
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