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"I am quite, quite happy, Treevor," she said, as I told her she was beautiful, a vision to dazzle one. "Now see me make tea. All Chinese make it this way." On a little side table she had rigged up a sort of spirit stand, and on this a kettle steamed merrily.
Viola loved beauty, as I did, as all artists do, as they love their art, for itself alone. I stroked her smooth shining hair, gently, and shook my head, smiling down upon her. "Do you not value my love for you?" I asked. "Oh yes, yes; you know I do." "Well, then understand this: you would utterly and entirely lose it if you became a mother." Suzee shrank away from me. "But why, Treevor?
"I am quite, quite happy now," she said, laying down her head on my chest. "Oh, so happy, Treevor; you must never let me go. I love you so, like this," she added, putting her two hands round my throat, "when I can feel your neck and when you are sleeping. You looked beautiful, just now, when I found you. I am sorry you woke."
My heart seemed breaking with distress; black tides of resentment, of rage went through me, that she should be torn from me. "Listen, Treevor. It was I that lied to you. I told you he was dead, and the child. They were not. I ran away. I left them at Sitka. I came to 'Frisco and took refuge with that woman. Then I wrote to you." A sudden horror of her seemed to enfold me as I heard.
"I don't think any of them begin till half-past nine or ten." Suzee clapped her hands. "That will be nice, Treevor," she said. "I did like the theatre in Chinatown. I went with Nanine sometimes." So at half-past nine we drove to a theatre. The performance began at ten o'clock and continued till one in the morning, with a break in the middle for supper.
She sprang up, too, as I rose and threw herself on her knees, clasping her arms round mine so that I could not move. "Oh Treevor, I do love you so much. You are my real master, not he. A woman loves a man who conquers her, but not by buying her. But because he is better and stronger than she.
"It is really true, Treevor," she said, in an aggrieved tone. "I am not contradicting you," I replied calmly, "go on." "At last he died," she continued, though in rather a sulky tone, "and doctor said I might die too, I had made myself so ill, so thin with waiting on him.
I asked as I saw her look curiously into the jug of iced water that adorned my table. "I'll order some supper." "Anything, Treevor, anything you eat; I don't mind, and I never drink anything but tea. May I get out my own tea-things and make it?"
"But what have you been doing while you have been here?" I said glancing round. The whole place, with its hidden entrance, secret passages, and barred doors seemed to speak of the lowest and worst forms of vice. "Oh, Treevor, I have been very good, so good. I would not have any visitors at all. I was so afraid you would find out and not have me if you knew, and, besides, I loved you too much."
"Very well, Treevor," she returned docilely, and leant her pretty, round, ivory-hued cheek on her hand as she looked across at me adoringly. Had I suggested cutting off her head, I believe she would have looked the same. "We must try after lunch to get some," I continued. "And don't be too submissive to me in public.
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