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It would be pleasant to tell with what poise the youth and she dropped into conversation, each intensely mindful intensely aware that the other was mindful of that Conti Street corner, of Ovide's shop, and of "The Clock in the Sky," and both alike hungry to know how much each had been told about the other.
Castanado, I " "Madame hopes Mr. Chezter can at last, this evening, come at home for that reading." "Mr. Castanado, I can't! I'm mighty sorry! My whole evening's engaged. So is to-morrow's. May I come the next evening after? . . . Thank you. . . . Yes, at seven. Just the three of us, of course? Yes." Six o'clock found Chester in Ovide's bookshop.
The moment I opened the door, and stepped into Ovide's new sanctum, I thought the last great day of conflagration had surely come, and that the elements were melting with fervent heat.
"'Twas of that we were speaking at the gate. But" to Mrs. Chester "that judgment of the one publisher is become our judgment also. So this evening he will bring you the manuscript, and in two or three days, when we come to see you, my two aunt' and me I, you can give it me." "May I read it? I've been to Ovide's and read 'The Clock in the Sky." "Yes?
Aline said in gentlest accusation to the younger aunt: "You are trembling. Why is that?" The younger sister looked appealingly to the elder. "Chère," Mlle. Corinne said to the girl, "we are anxiouz to confezz you something. We woul'n' never be anxiouz to confezz that, only we're af-raid already you've foun' us out!" "Yes. I came this evening by Ovide's shop to return a book "
"I'm glad. Madame, his wife, was my young mistress when I was a slave. I wish her granddaughter and his grandson they also are married were not over in the war Red Cross. You'd like them and they would like you." "Do they know mademoiselle?" "Indeed, yes! They are the best of her very few friends. But the Atlantic rolls between." Chester went out. In the rear door Ovide's wife appeared, knitting.
Do you know? I had an uncle who once was your grandfather's sort of robber, though a Southerner born and bred." "Yes, Ovide's wife told me. Will you permit me a question?" "No," laughed Chester, "but I can answer it. Yes. Those four poor runaways to whom your sweet Maud showed the clock in the sky were the same four my uncle helped on oh, you've not heard it, and it also is too long.
"Ah! distantly he's of them: and there was old Manouvrier, taxidermist; but he's gone where the spirits of art and of worship are twin." Chester turned sharply again to the shelves and stood rigid. From an inner room, its glass door opened by Ovide's silver-spectacled wife, came the little black cupid and his charge. Ah, once more what perfection in how many points!
She was now in the little bedroom which had been Ovide's since he was a boy, but which he had not slept in for six months and would never sleep in again. Delmia turned her dimmed eyes in the direction of the room and said with a sigh of relief: "Marie seems to be sleeping well, sister!"
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