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"Oh, but I'm afraid I do," Mr. Drew confessed. "What is the good of a motor unless you go too fast in it? A motor has no meaning unless it's a method of intoxication." Karen received the remark with inattention. She looked out over the sea, preoccupied with the thought of Tante's recklessness. "I do not think that going so fast can be good for her music," she said. "Oh, but yes," Mr.
His face, gazing in oddly upon her, was at the other side of the pane, and, in the apparition, its suddenness, its pallor, rising from the dusk, there was something almost horrible. "Who is that?" came Tante's voice, as Karen drew away. She had turned in her chair. It seemed to Karen, then, that the room was filled with the whirring wings of wild emotions, caught and crushed together.
She possessed herself of one of the hot, emaciated hands. Karen drew it away, but she turned her head towards her. Tante's tears, her words and attitude of abjection, dispersed the nightmare horror. She understood that Tante had come not as a ghastly wraith; not as a pursuing fury; but as a suppliant. Her eyes rested on her guardian and their gaze, now, was like cold, calm daylight.
So curious it was that she contemplated it like an intricate weapon laid in her hand, its oddity concealing its significance. She turned the weapon over. She might be Tante's child and Tante's home might be hers; yet a child could gain its own bread, could it not? What was there to pierce and shatter in the thought that it would be well for her to gain her bread?
"That may be, my dear," Betty returned with a manner as imperturbable as Madame von Marwitz's; "but I think that you should give him an opportunity of saying so. He may not care for his wife to go to strangers without him." "They are not strangers. They are friends of Tante's." "Gregory may not care for you to make as Madame von Marwitz suggests a different set of friends from his own."
It is only that I am always greedy for Tante's letters, and this is the day on which they often come." They went in to lunch. Karen spoke little during the meal. Gregory and Mrs. Talcott carried on a desultory conversation about hotels and the different merits of different countries in this respect. Mrs. Talcott had a vast experience of hotels. From Germany to Australia, from New York to St.
Perhaps it includes more than you think." Karen looked at him with approbation. "That is what Tante says; that it includes everything." And she went on, pleased to reveal to him still more of Tante's treasure, since he had proved himself thus understanding; "Tante, you know, belongs to the Catholic Church; it is the only church of beauty, she says.
I am neither fish, flesh nor fowl," said Karen. "I'm only positively my husband's wife and Tante's ward. And that quite satisfies me." He knew that it did. Their happiness was flawless; flawless as far as her husband's wife was concerned.
She stood still beside Karen, her bleak, intense old gaze fixed on the sea. Karen thought that she had misheard her last words. "When Tante is about?" she repeated. "You mean that dreadful things happen to her? That is one of the worst parts of it now, Mrs. Talcott only that I am so selfish that I do not think of it enough to know that I have added to Tante's troubles." "No." Mrs.
And, Karen saying nothing, she repeated on a yet more melancholy note: "Alas!" Karen now raised herself from Tante's shoulder; but, at the gesture of withdrawal, Madame von Marwitz caught her close again and embraced her. "I feared it," she said. "I saw it. I hoped to hide it by my flight. My poor child! My beloved Karen!" They held each other for some silent moments. Then Madame von Marwitz rose.
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