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In the long silence life itself might have been suspended. 'When? said Valerie, in a sudden recollection of anguish. 'To-morrow, he answered, understanding the broken question. Valerie raised her wet eyes. 'In my life there can be no to-morrow. God may not let me die, but my life will always be one long remembrance of to-day. I shall live in to-day always. To-morrows are for happier women, John.
"If ever again I could be in love," said Maltravers, as he spurred on his road, "I really think it would be with that exquisite child. My feeling is more like that of love at first sight than any emotion which beauty ever caused in me. Alice Valerie no; the /first/ sight of them did not: but what folly is this a child of eleven and I verging upon thirty!"
Valerie smiled and appealed at once. Imogen, though smiling gravely too, shook her head. "I'm afraid that I'm only your last toy, mama darling. You have come over here to see if you can make me happy, just as if you were refurnishing a house. But, you see, my happiness doesn't depend on you." "You are hard on me, Imogen." "No; no; I mean to be so gentle.
The police-officer rapped twice on the door; his clerk came in, sat down at the "bonheur-du-jour," and wrote what the constable dictated to him in an undertone. Valerie still wept vehemently. When she was dressed, Hulot went into the other room and put on his clothes. Meanwhile the report was written.
You professed to love me." "Professed!" "Answer me," said Valerie, with abrupt energy, "not as man to woman, but as one human creature to another. From the bottom of your heart, from the core of your conscience, I call on you to speak the honest and the simple truth. Do you love me as your heart, your genius, must be capable of loving?"
It was while she was still leaning on her husband's arm and receiving the courteous salutations of her old friends, that their host, Lord C n, approached with a gentleman. Valerie looked up and saw standing before her the young husband of her girlish love!
Duplessis frowned, and hastily led Valerie away. In a few minutes the room was comparatively deserted. De Mauleon, however, lingered by the side of Isaura till all the other guests were gone.
"I am more sorry that it is so, than that you should tell me of it, Caroline; but from what I saw during my short visit, I can fully give credit to all you have said." "But is it not a hard case, Valerie, when you cannot respect your parents?" replied Caroline, putting her handkerchief to her eyes. "It is, my dear; but still on the whole, it is perhaps for the best.
Women can make it, at will, contemptuous to the verge of insult, or humble to the expression of Oriental servility. And Valerie was more than woman; she was the serpent made woman; she crowned her diabolical work by going up to Steinbock, a cup of tea in her hand.
"I will pay him as much in an annuity," said Baron Montes. "We will leave Paris and go " "Where?" said Valerie, with one of the pretty sneers by which a woman makes fun of a man she is sure of. "Paris is the only place where we can live happy. I care too much for your love to risk seeing it die out in a tete-a-tete in the wilderness.
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