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They parted, and Kenyon made haste along the Via Sistina, in the hope of overtaking the model, whose haunts and character he was anxious to investigate, for Miriam's sake. He fancied that he saw him a long way in advance, but before he reached the Fountain of the Triton the dusky figure had vanished.
The rescued people had paid due honor to the Most High, even the most indifferent and rebellious had joined in Miriam's song of praise; yet, when the ranks of the dancers approached the sea, many left the procession to hurry to the shore, which presented many attractions.
"Yes, really; but this is pretending," Rupert said. "It's not pretending. It's true," Miriam said, and she went on with the game though she had to play alone. At the age of twenty she still played it: Notya was still the cruel stepmother and Miriam's eyes were eager on a horizon against which the rescuer should stand.
These questions filled Miriam's heart with fresh anxiety, yet with rare energy she nevertheless lavished help and comfort wherever she went. Old Nun's cordial greeting had cheered her, and a more vigorous, kind, and lovable old man could not be imagined.
"Do you " A look from Barbara stopped the unlucky speech. "Do you find it difficult?" asked Eloise, instantly mistress of the situation. "I should so love to make some for myself." "Miriam will be glad to teach you," put in Ambrose North. "She likes to do it because she can do it so well." The red grew deeper in Miriam's lined face, for every word of praise from him was food to her hungry soul.
After she had roused Hur, she had seen him hold the light cautiously so that it illumined Miriam's face and then stoop over her a long time as if to kiss her. This was good news, and so rejoiced the solitary woman that she forgot the formality which was peculiar to her and pressed her lips to the wrinkled brow of the crooked little crone who had served her parents.
"And, anyhow, it doesn't matter," Helen said. "We're here." "Rupert?" Miriam begged. "Better not," he answered kindly. "Not worth while." He lay back in a big chair and watched the world through his tobacco smoke. He had all Miriam's darkness and much of her beauty, but he had already acquired a tolerant view of things which made him the best of companions, the least ambitious of young men.
"That is English," murmured Fraulein. "She's such a little thing," said Miriam, "smaller than any of us." Presently Fraulein laid her gloved hand on Miriam's gloved one. "You and I have, I think, much in common." Miriam froze and looked at the gas-lamps slowly swinging by along the boulevard. "Much will have happened in England whilst you have been here with us," said Fraulein eagerly.
He was absorbed, even while he dressed, in the effort to achieve intelligibly to himself some such revolution when, by the first post, Miriam's note arrived. At first it did little to help his agility it made him, seeing her esthetic faith as so much stronger and simpler than his own, wonder how he should keep with her at her high level.
During the ten years that she had belonged to the women's movement she had acquired a fair amount of education, and, having had some of Miriam's passion to be instructed, had taught herself French, and could read in that language with a struggle. She considered herself as a woman apart, and particularly apart, from her class. The girls in the Spiral department were all of good homes.
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