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"And I am so eminently fitted to lose myself in a crowd without fear of recognition, just the person for a case of mistaken identity!" "Do not say such things, Richard, please. They distress me," Madame de Vallorbes put in quickly. "And, believe me, I have no quarrel with the return journey in this case.
Helen de Vallorbes smiled upon him, glanced quickly over her shoulder to assure herself the servants were no longer present then spoke, leaning across the corner of the table towards him, while her eyes searched his with a certain daring provocation. "Yes, I admit I have finished my fig. Dinner is over. And it is my place to disappear according to custom."
Then a companion picture to that of Madame de Vallorbes arose before Dickie's mental vision namely, the good-looking, long-legged, young, Irish soldier, Mr. Decies, of the 101st Lancers, flying along the attic passages of the Whitney bachelor's wing, in company with this immediately so demure and dutiful maiden and all the rest of that admittedly rather uproarious, holiday throng.
She had also learned that her niece, Helen de Vallorbes, had stayed at the villa just before the commencement of Richard's illness he merely passing his days there, and spending his nights on board the yacht in the harbour, where, no doubt, that same illness had been contracted. But she resisted the inclination to attempt further discovery.
But, since I have reason to believe that no sufficient opportunity has been afforded you of realising the enormity of your conduct, I rally the profoundness of nobility which I discover within me I calm myself. I go further, I explain. Living in retirement, you may not have learned that I am in Naples. I followed your cousin here Madame de Vallorbes.
Helen de Vallorbes, clothed in a flowing, yet clinging, silken garment of turquoise, shot with blue purple and shimmering glaucous green a garment in colour such as that with which the waves of Adriatic might have clothed the rosy limbs of new-born Aphrodite, as she rose from the cool, translucent sea-deeps knelt upon the tiger-skin before the dancing fire.
Madame de Vallorbes spoke with an unaccustomed and very seductive air of apology, her face slightly flushed, her arms hanging straight at her sides, the long, pink, tulle strings of the hat she carried in her left hand trailing upon the black-and-white squares of the pavement. "To do so seemed obvious in contemplation. I did not stop to consider possible objections.
"You are a very convincing special pleader, Richard," Madame de Vallorbes said softly. "Then you accept?" he rejoined exultantly. "You accept?" The young lady could not quite control herself. "Ah! if you only knew the prodigious relief it would be," she exclaimed, with an outbreak of impatience. "It would make an incalculable difference. And yet I do not see my way. I am in a cleft stick.
In short, it is rumoured that de Vallorbes is not a conspicuous example of the wildly happy husband." "In short, she is not respec " But the young man held up his hands and cried out feelingly: "Don't, pray don't, my dear Louisa. Let us walk delicately as Agag my father's morning ministrations to the maids again!
He clasped his hands behind his head and looked at Madame de Vallorbes. Her soul kneeled on her lap, its delicate arms were clasped about her neck black against the lustrous white of her skin and all those twisted ropes of seed pearls. It pressed its breasts against hers, amorously. It loved her and she it.
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