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"Now, we have several long hours of moonlight. Shall we stay here?" The young man shivered. "No, the Lady Dogessa might disturb us. Let us go out toward Murano." "Are you really alive and mine, not Severance's?" he threw out, recklessly. She stopped and smiled. "First you tell me that I disturb your plans; then you want to know if I am preoccupied.
Her love, she intimated, had been of a peculiarly eternal sort; Severance himself was to blame for its extinction. Mr. Lanley discovered that in some way she considered the intemperance of Severance's habits to be involved. But this was absurd. It was true that for a year or two Severance had taken to drinking rather more than was wise; but, Mr.
Severance's position had been reestablished in her world. It was late that night when Mrs. Willoughby returned home. There was a light in her husband's library, and before going to her room she stopped and tapped at the door. Willoughby, with a pile of papers stacked before him, sat with his chin in his hand, staring absently at the wall.
Contrasted with Severance's wild gaze, the countenance wore an expression of pitying forgiveness, almost of calm; yet it told of wasting sorrow and the wreck of a life. Gleaming lustrous beneath the lightning, it had a more mystic look when the long flash had ceased, and the single lantern burned beneath it, like an altar-lamp before a shrine.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," from Mr. Piper very eagerly and with Oliver's and his assistance Mrs. Severance's invalid form was aided into a deep chair. "And I think, now," she went on, "that if I could have just a little " She let the implication float in the air like a pretty bubble. "Perhaps it might help us all " "Oh certainly, dear," from Mr. Piper. "In the kitchen, you said, Mr. Piper.
Nothing like a bit of slush to catch the women. And we've been going a little shy on sentiment lately." The "human touch," though it became an office joke, also took its place as an unwritten law. Severance's calm and impersonal cynicism was transmuted into a genuine enthusiasm among the copy-readers.
It had hardly been a Paolo and Francesca diner-a-deux both had been much too frankly hungry when they came to it and Ted's most romantic remarks so far had been devoted to a vivid appreciation of Mrs. Severance's housekeeping. But all men are very much like hungry little boys every so often, Mrs. Severance reflected. Ted really began to wonder around nine-thirty.
"Yes funny stuff," Mrs. Severance's voice is musically quiet. "And then you tell them to people who pretend to know all about what they mean and then " She shrugs shoulders at the Freudian two across the shoulder-high partition. "But you don't believe in all this psycho-analysis tosh, do you?" She hesitates. "A little, yes. Like the old woman and ghosts.
Severance's body, his weak hands fumbling for her wrist and heart, his voice thin with a senile sorrow as if he had been stricken at once and in an instant with a palsy of incurable age, brought the whole world of Southampton and house-parties and reality that Oliver thought he had lost touch with forever, back to him so vividly that all he could do was gape at the tableau on the floor. Mr.
The secret seemed more remote than ever, for I knew that there was no other Portuguese family in the town, and there was no confounding this peculiar local costume with any other. Returning to Severance's chamber, I said nothing of all this. He was, by an odd coincidence, looking over a portfolio of Fayal sketches made by himself during his late voyage.
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