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"Mother, I do not know whether that ghostly figure was a real man, after all!" whispered Salome, in an awe-stricken tone. "My good child, what do you mean?" inquired the abbess, uneasily. "Mother, I feel as if I were haunted!" said Salome, with a shudder. "Come! your nerves have been overtasked. You must have a composing draught, and go to bed," said the superior, decisively.
A broad petal from a tall flowering-shrub dropped wavering down, and seemed about to light on Balder's forehead; but, swerving at the last moment, came to rest on the scaly head of the crocodile. The night waited and listened, as though for something to happen, for some one to appear! Salome, too, was waiting for some one; was it for the dead?
It can make a prince forget his royal state, and sue to a peasant girl," sighed Salome to herself. "I wonder I wonder, if there is any truth in that report? Oh, I hope there is not, for his own sake. I wonder where he is what he is doing? But that is no affair of mine. I have nothing at all to do with it! I wonder if I shall ever meet him. I wonder if he would think me very ugly?
But instead of the usual troupe, which Herod probably kept for such an occasion, Salome herself came in and danced a wild nautch-dance. What shall we think of a mother who could expose her daughter to such a scene, and suggest her taking a part in the half-drunken orgy? To what depths will not mad jealousy and passion urge us, apart from the restraining grace of God!
The 'Salome' question may well be left for time to settle, more especially as the subject and treatment of the work combine to put its production upon the London stage beyond the limits of immediate probability.
It is wonderful how you Americans squander voices that would rouse all Europe into a furore." "I am afraid your eager desire for pupils biases your judgment, and invests my voice with fictitious worth," answered Salome, eyeing him suspiciously. "Ha! you mean that I flatter, in order to keep you. Not so, miss. If St.
Lifting her head, Salome shivered involuntarily, and grew a shade paler as she breathlessly watched the apparition, expecting that it would fade into blue air or float down and mingle with the waters that gave it birth.
Salome, in obedience to the abbess' orders, went back to the lady-superior's private parlor to await, with palpitating heart the issue of the lady's interview with the duke. Sister Dominica deferentially led the lady abbess to the wicket room, opened the door, and said: "The lady-superior of the convent to see Monseigneur, the Duke," then closed the door after the abbess, and retired.
When Salome put her fingers on the gloved hand which, in the surprise of their unexpected meeting, Dr. Grey had involuntarily placed on her shoulder, she had felt that he shrank instantly from her touch, and withdrew his hand hastily, as if displeased with the familiarity of the action. All the turbid elements in her nature boiled up.
"I took lessons from Barilli." "Aha, Ulpian! Now you can understand how he contrives to feed his family. Salome's sewing-money explains it all. Kiss me, dear. I always believed there was more in you than came to the surface." "Miss Owen ought to go upon the stage. Such gifts as hers belong to the public, who would soon crown her queen of song." Salome glanced at the handsome stranger, and bowed.
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