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He showed her his "Salome," a Hebrew mænad, whose scarlet, parted lips ached for the desert dreamer's death; "Lucrezia Borgia," slow-smiling, crowned with golden hair; and a rough charcoal study for Queen Eleanor. "I seem to see you as Henry's Rosamund," he said. "I wonder the haunting shadow of coming sorrow in blue eyes. You have suffered." "I am hungry," she answered. He looked at his watch.
"How wonderful you are," she whispered. "You stand out big and high like our mountain " At that word Sandy closed his eyes, for he dared not look upon the dear, slow-smiling lips. "But, Sandy, you are covered with with mist like Lost Mountain sometimes is. Let me find you, Sandy, not as you would help me find you, but in my own way. Will you do this for lil' Cyn?"
Ghul-al-Din, Aimée's selection from her friends, stepped hastily forward now, a soft, dimpled, slow-smiling girl, her eyes drowsy with domesticity. No question of Ghul-al-Din's happiness! She extolled her husband, a young captain of cavalry, and she adored her infant son, a prodigy among children. Life for her was a rosy, unquestioning absorption.
They had always fished salmon, so far back as he could recall, but never of stark necessity. He nursed his chin in his hand and thought. Mostly he thought with a constricted feeling in his throat of how frail and old his father had grown, the slow-smiling, slow-speaking man who had been father and mother and chum to him since he was an urchin in knee breeches.
He and you are there in your comfortable arm-chairs, with a good cigar, a whisky-and-soda, or a glass of that old port on which he prides himself, and that is all that is necessary. Where is the need of words? And occasionally, we have, as third in those evening conclaves, a big slow-smiling, broad-faced young merchant, of the same kidney.
There were, in this party of rather leisurely reporters, a tall, wise, slow-smiling young Swede who had gone to sea at twelve and been captain of a destroyer before leaving the navy to manage a newspaper; a young Polish count, amiably interested in many sorts of learning and nearly all sorts of ladies he had seen some of the Carpathian fighting as an officer in the Polish Legion; one of the Swiss citizen officers one can hear him now whacking his heels together whenever he was presented, and fairly hissing "Oberleutnant W , aw Schweiz!" and a young Bulgarian professor, who spoke German and a little French, but, unlike so many of the Bulgarians of the older generation who were educated at Robert College, no English.
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