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My heart was what I meant. How I hate sandwiches misers shivering between sheets a vile gastronomic economy!" "Poor boy! I will make you little dough-cakes when you go apainting." "Plancine! Your image here, yes. But your dough-cakes !" "Then keep to your sandwiches, sir." "I must. But the person who invented them was no gentleman!" "Papa would like to hear you say that." "Say what?"
It was in point of fact, however, but a subordinate hamlet a hanging garden for the jaded tourist in the dog days, when his soul stifled in the oven of the sea-level cliffs an eyrie for Plancine, and for George, the earnest painter, a Paradise before the fall. And now says George, "We have talked all round your confession, and still I wait to give you absolution." "I will confess.
He could have seen the sailing-boats in the bay, the sailing clouds in the sky placidly floating over a world of serene and verdurous loveliness. But his vision was all inward, of the piteous calm, following storm and disaster, in which the dying voice from the bed was like the lapping of little waves. He came at once and stood over Plancine, not daring to touch her.
He followed with the lanthorn, thinking of Plancine a little, and hoping he should fall on a soft place. But they got down in safety, breathing hard and extremely dirty. Caution, it is true, reacts very commonly upon itself.
The young man wheeled and charged while his blood was hot. "Mr. De Jussac, it is a shame to hold me in this unending suspense." "Is it not better than decided rejection?" "I have served like Jacob. You cannot doubt my single-hearted devotion?" "You would not value Plancine at so much bullion?" "But yes, my friend; for bullion is the algebraic formula that represents comfort.
Plancine cried, "Papa! papa!" and sprang into his arms. "A little patience," said De Jussac, pressing his moustache to the round head, "and you will honour this weary prophet, I think. I was up on the cliff to-day. The great crack is ever widening. A bowling wind, a loud thunderstorm, and that apron of the hill will tear from its bondage and sink sweltering down the slopes."
Long after her mind failed her, the memory of her own former beauty dwelt with her; yet she could not comprehend but that it was still a talisman to conjure with. Even to the end she would deck herself and coquet to her glass. But she was good and faithful, Plancine; and, at the last, when she was dying, she gave me this box. 'It contains all that is left to me of my former condition, she said.
Therefore she said "George" with a sweet dragging sound that greatly fluttered the sensibilities of the person addressed, and not infrequently led them to alight, like Prince Dummling's queen bee, on the very mouth of that honeyed flower of speech. Now Plancine put her cheek on her George's rough sleeve, and said she, "I have a confession to make about something a little silly.
This was the treasure the old crazed vanity had thought sufficient to build her nephew his fortune. The diamonds! Probably these had long before been sacrificed to the armies ineffectively manoeuvring for the destruction of Monsieur "Veto's" enemies. Plancine lifted her head. Thereafter George never ceased to recall with a glad pride the nobility that had shone in her eyes.
George was gazing down with a dull, vacant feeling at his heart. "Are they not?" repeated the voice, in terrible excitement. "They Mr. De Jussac, they are loveliness itself. Plancine, I will not touch them. You must be the first." He strode to the kneeling girl; lifted, almost roughly dragged her to her feet.
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