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It's a little strange, isn't it? See, she smiles at me. She has an adorably good temper. She doesn't mind me in the least. It's just that she happens not to be able to feel." During all this outburst Struboff played softly and tenderly; a large tear formed now in each of his eyes, and presently trickled over the swelling hillocks underneath his cheek bones.
This had been going on for a few minutes, when I became aware suddenly that Struboff had ceased playing my wedding-song. I looked round; he sat on the piano-stool, his broad back like a tree-trunk bent to a bow, and his head settled on his shoulders till a red bulge over his collar was all that survived of his neck.
"She can't feel it," said Struboff, taking his handkerchief and wiping brow and eyes. "She's a fortunate woman," remarked Varvilliers from his sofa. "You'd think she could," said Wetter, taking both her hands and surveying her from top to toe. "You'd think she could understand. Look at her eyes, her brows, her lips. You'd think she could understand. Look at her hands, her waist, her neck.
He gives us the best operas in the world, and the best singing." "M. Struboff's fame has reached me," said I, sitting down. Evidently Struboff did not know me; he received the introduction without any show of deference. I was delighted. I should have seen little of the true man had he been aware from the first who I was.
"Indeed, my dear Struboff, there's no telling, but I suppose in the arms of somebody else." "Your own, for example?" growled the husband. "Observe the usual reticences," said Wetter, with a laugh. "My dear Baron, Struboff mocks my misery by a pretended jealousy. You can reassure him. Did Madame Mansoni ever favour me?" "I can speak only of what I know," I answered, smiling.
"Perhaps!" shouted Wetter, with a laugh that turned a dozen heads toward him. "Oh, my dear Struboff, do you hear this suggestion of our friend the baron's? What a pity you have no breath to repudiate it!" But now we were escaping from the crowd. Crossing in front of the Opera House, we made for the Rue de la Paix.
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