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"Not mine?" he said; and to Maxine, standing white and frail before him, the words seemed to have all the significance of life itself. Now at last they confronted each other man and woman; now at last the issue in the war of sex was to be put to the test. She had always known that this moment would arrive always known that she would meet it in some such manner as she was meeting it now.
Enthusiasm is ever a gracious, pardonable thing, because in its essentials are youth and zeal and all high, white-hot qualities whose roots strike not in the base earth. Any sage, nay, any simpleton, seeing Maxine upon the balcony, could have told her what a fool she was; but who would have told it without a pause, without a sigh for the divinity of such folly?
For a while Jacqueline watched her, diligently sifting out every emotional sign; then, deeming that some moment of her own choosing had arrived, she slipped unobserved from the room, to return a minute later bearing a kettle full of boiling water. Maxine looked round as she made her entry. "A kettle, Jacqueline?" "For madame's tea. And, my God, but it is hot!"
She wrenched herself free and sprang to her feet, confronting him with a pale face down which the tears streamed. "Because I am not your love! I am not your friend! I am not your Max or your Maxine!" Swift as she, he was on his feet, his bearing changed, his manhood recognizing the challenge in her voice, his instinct of possession alive to combat it.
"She has sometimes frightened me," said Max, enigmatically, "but that is outside the picture. She took, as I tell you, with both hands, smiling very wisely to herself, holding her head very high. But when the head is held too high, the feet sometimes fall into a trap. It came suddenly the trapping of my sister Maxine." "Yes! Yes! Tell me!" "I am telling you, my friend!
That is the reason of my disapproval the story of my sister Maxine! Maxine who was as fine and free as a young animal, until love snared her and its instrument crushed her." "But the man the husband?" said Blake again. "The man?
With arms still clasped about him, she leaned her body backward, gazing into his face. "Again! Say it again!" "You are my life! We are one! Maxine! Maxine!" His glance burned her, his arms were close about her.
My first thought, to my shame, was a selfish one. What if this became known, this thing that she had said, and Diana should hear? Then indeed all hope for me with the girl I loved would be over. My second thought was for Maxine herself. But she had sealed my lips. Since she had chosen the way, I could only be silent.
Maxine knew nothing of the pride of manhood; she only knew that he avoided her. She was dressed entirely in white with a row of pearls for her only ornament. She had just returned from some social function, and Adams as he rose to meet her noticed that she had closed the door. "Dr. Adams," said the girl, "forgive me for disturbing you at this hour.
She was a palatial cruising yacht of twelve hundred tons' burden, built somewhat on the lines of Drexel's La Margharita, but with less width of funnel. It was two o'clock in the afternoon when they went on board; all the luggage had arrived, steam was up, the port arrangements had been made, and Berselius determined to start at once. Maxine kissed him, then she turned to Adams. "Bon voyage."
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