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To Lee, Savina appeared sunken; her cheeks, certainly, were hollower; there was a shadow, like the dust over the floor, in each one; she had ceased to open her eyes but they had retreated. A dreadful twenty-four, thirty, hours; how brutally hard it had been on her. She hadn't complained; he had been more upset, impatient, than Savina. What a splendid companion!
On the outside he had been bleached, deodorized, made conformable with chairs rather than allowed to retain the proportions, powers, designed for the comfortable holding to branches. But in his heart, in what he thought of as his spirit, what had he gained, where further than being temporarily with Savina in the beastly hotel of Cobra was he?
Savina turned to him, holding out her hand, speaking in a high steady voice: "Thank you very much wasn't it nice? and good-night." Without another word, giving him no opportunity to speak, to reply, she turned neither hurried nor slow to the stairway. He was dumfounded, and showed it, he was sure, in the stupidity of his fixed gesture of surprise.
"Call her Savina." "Yes!" He sat glaring at her in an anger which he felt swelling his neck. Fanny's expression was obscure. At his admission she had shivered, as though it had reached her in the form of an actually threatened violence, and then she was rigid. "I knew that, all the while." Her voice was low, with a pause between the words. "Savina"; she repeated the name experimentally.
The secret realms of thought, of fancy and remembrance, he felt, were his to linger in, to indulge, as he chose. Lee had a doubt of the advisability of this; but his question was disposed of by the realization that he had nothing to say; his mind turned back and back to Savina.
Well, there would be a hotel at Cobra! That answered his doubts Savina and he would go to Cobra and there communicate with Daniel. It would be easy to talk privately with him. Lee didn't want his approval, but only his careful opinions and reasonable assistance. He, Lee, would not produce Savina with the triumphant indication that her resistless charm explained everything.
A wind that was hardly more than an erratic stirring of super-heated dust agitated a loose slat in a shutter and deposited a fine dun film across the floor. Savina put as much as possible, so early, into her bags. Standing before a narrow mirror nailed to a wall, with her comb, she turned. "My hair is soaked," she wailed; "just putting my arms up is more than I can manage.
Perhaps Savina, satisfied by the one occasion which he had been so careful to insist must be the last, would regard him as merely importunate. Strictly held to discretion by the fact of Fanny, Savina might have found him then more available than when free only the acceptable model of an indiscreet man.
He cast this in the tone of a query, and palpably waited for the encouragement to proceed fully; but Daniel Randon was persistently non-committal. He had no intention, he said, of urging Lee to any speech he might later regret and wish unpronounced. "It's about my attitude toward Savina," Lee proceeded; "or it may be about a doll; I don't know.
At last he had put a question to himself that he could answer: he most assuredly preferred being with Savina to anyone else he knew. But that alone would not have taken him to her. A simple desire on his part, naive like a daisy, could not have overthrown the structure of his being.
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