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Do not forget that he and Monsieur Édouard did not part upon the friendliest terms." Maxine smiled. "But even granted that, I could not be here again alone." Jacqueline, with airiest scorn, tossed the words aside. "That, madame? Why, that arranges itself! The princess loves her brother! His quarrel is her grief. Is not woman always compassionate?" The tone was irresistible. Maxine laughed.
"Hush!... sh!... sh!..." came in frightened accents from the crowd. "Hush, Pierre Maxine!... the Citizen might hear thee," whispered the man who stood closest to the old fisherman; "the Citizen might hear thee, and think that we rebelled...." "What are these people doing here? queried Chauvelin as he passed out into the street.
And Maxine did not flash round upon her in one of her swift rages, did not even draw her brows together into their frowning line. She merely gazed into the mirror, as if weighing the statement judicially. "All people do not hold that opinion," she said, at last. Jacqueline shrugged her shoulders in the exercise of an infinite patience. "No, madame?" "No.
It is not as if madame were not sure of herself! Besides, the comedy was charming!" "Yes; the comedy was charming!" Maxine echoed the sentiment, and in her heart called 'charming' a poor word. "But even if I were weak, Jacqueline," she added, "how could I banish Max? Max could scarcely continue to have important business." "Perhaps not, madame; but Monsieur Max might continue to display temper!
Once again Maxine had the sense of lifting a tangible veil, of gaining a glimpse of the hidden personality not the half-sceptical, pleasant, friendly Blake of the boy's acquaintance, but Blake the dreamer, the idealist who sought some grail of infinite holiness figured in his own imagination, zealously guarded from the scoffer and the worldling.
"The one with the Maxine Elliott eyes and the gushy voice?" says I. "Oh, I don't call her such a much; but if Romeo wants her as bad as he says he does, I hope it won't be a case of 'My pa won't let me. But, say, what for did they kill off the only real live one they had, that Mr. Cuteo? Say, he was all to the good, and it was a shame to have him punctured so quick!"
Maxine had taken the diamonds, but she had slipped the necklace into the bosom of her dress, pressing it down through the rather low-cut opening at the throat, and had therefore left the leather case. I picked the thing up from the table where she had thrown it, and examined it carefully for the first time.
She stood behind the chair ordained for Maxine, very sedate, very assured of her own arrangements. Maxine paused, as though the suggestion of tea was brought to her for the first time. "How delightful!" she said, with swift, serene pleasure. "How kind! How thoughtful!" "Seat yourself, madame!"
"There," said Arnold, "he'll have to have some beard, and some flame, and some thin, cruel, sensual mouth to make you forget that one." Maxine started, alone, against her mother's remonstrances. After she'd picked out her boat she changed to another because she learned, at the last minute, that the first boat was an oil-burner.
At the sound of the stormy entry she merely raised her head; but at sight of her visitor, she was on her feet in an instant, the heap of muslin flowing in a blue cascade from her lap to the floor. "Madame!" "Hide me!" cried Maxine. "Madame!" "Lock the outer door! And if M. Blake should knock " Jacqueline made no further comment.
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