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They represented motives in color and design sometimes tasteless enough, and sometimes so nearly very good that Mrs. Milray's heart was a great deal in her mouth, as they arrived, each with its hotel-cry roared and shrilled from a score of masculine and feminine throats, and finally spelled for distinctness sake, with an ultimate yell or growl.
But this was Milray's history, which in the rapid progress of American events, was so far forgotten that you had first to remind people of what he had helped do before you could enjoy their surprise in realizing that this gentle person, with the cast of intellectual refinement which distinguished his face, was the notorious Milray, who was once in all the papers.
Clementina did not look altogether convinced, whether it was Miss Milray's logic or her morality that failed to convince her. She said, after a moment, "I should like to see Mr. Gregory again." "What good would that do?" "Why, then I should know." "Know what?" "Whether I didn't really ca'e for him any more or so much." "Clementina," said Miss Milray, "you mustn't make me lose patience with you "
"Perhaps I wasn't worth stealing," Clementina suggested, with a ruefulness in her smile that went to Miss Milray's heart. She put her arms round her and kissed her. "I wasn't very kind to you, the other day, Clementina, was I?" "I don't know," Clementina faltered, with half-averted face. "Yes, you do!
"It was said they were going to Venice for the summer." "That's what the doctor advised for the old lady. But they don't start for a week or two yet." "Oh!" "Are you going to Miss Milray's, Sunday night? Last of the season, I believe." Belsky seemed to recall himself from a distance.
She dismissed as unworthy of Clementina any theory which did not account for an ideal of scrupulous and unselfish justice in her. "That is something that nobody can say but yourself, Clementina," she answered, gravely. "Yes," sighed Clementina, "I presume that is so." She rose, and took her little girl from Miss Milray's knee. "Say good-bye," she bade, looking tenderly down at her.
But this was Milray's history, which in the rapid progress of American events, was so far forgotten that you had first to remind people of what he had helped do before you could enjoy their surprise in realizing that this gentle person, with the cast of intellectual refinement which distinguished his face, was the notorious Milray, who was once in all the papers.
They were once more at Venice in his ravings, and he was reasoning with her that Belsky was not drowned. The mystery of his malady deepened into the mystery of his death. With that his look of health and youth came back, and as she gazed upon his gentle face, it wore to her the smile of quaint sweetness that she had seen it wear the first night it won her fancy at Miss Milray's horse in Florence.
They agreed that the cheese-cloth draperies of the Spirit of Summer were surpassingly fit for the dance; but they had to agree that this still left the question of slippers untouched. It remained even more hopeless when Clementina tried on all of Mrs. Milray's festive shoes, and none of her razorpoints and high heels would avail.
In the meantime, Miss Milray's little dance grew upon her till it became a very large one that filled her villa to overflowing when the time came for it. She lived on one of the fine avenues of the Oltrarno region, laid out in the brief period of prosperity which Florence enjoyed as the capital of Italy.
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