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"There's that stunning little German girl down there. Isn't she a picture? Gee! Her old man wouldn't let her drink with that black dago not that she wanted to. But bully for Professor Pretzel!" "How very vulgar!" said his mother, looking down at the small, animated scene before her with disfavor. "Mere immigrants." "I s'pose our folks were, sometime," John Vanderlyn replied.
Adèle de Léra heard of it, and told me; she begged me then, oh! so earnestly, to give you up to let you go." "It was no business of hers," he muttered, "I never thought for a moment of accepting " " But you would have done so if you had never known me, if we had not been friends?" She looked up at him, hoping, longing, for a quick word of denial. But Vanderlyn said no such word.
But for Laurence Vanderlyn and his "friendship," Mrs. Pargeter's existence would have been lacking in all human savour, and that from ironic circumstance rather than from any fault of her own. Vanderlyn had spent the day in a fever of emotion and suspense, and he had arrived at the Gare de Lyon a good hour before the time the train for Orange was due to leave.
Of course people would soon begin to wonder why she was again straying about the world alone; and since it was by Nick's choice, why should she not say so? Remembering the burning anguish of those last hours in Venice she asked herself what possible consideration she owed to the man who had so humbled her. Ellie Vanderlyn glanced at her in astonishment. "You? You and Nick are going to part?"
Susy understood that, even before the discovery of her transaction with Ellie Vanderlyn, Nick had secretly wearied, if not of his wife, at least of the life that their marriage compelled him to lead. His passion was not strong enough-had never been strong enough to outweigh his prejudices, scruples, principles, or whatever one chose to call them.
There came a wire from the boy; he's hurt his knee-cap!" Vanderlyn murmured an exclamation of concern; as they met he had wheeled round, thus avoiding the other's hand. "Nothing much," went on Pargeter quickly, "but of course Peggy will be wild to go to him, so I thought I'd wait and take her to-morrow, eh! what?" Side by side they began walking down the long reception-room.
Pargeter generally stops the car here to have a look at the view." "No," said Vanderlyn hoarsely, "we haven't time to-day; we've got to get back to Paris in time for Mr. and Mrs. Pargeter to catch, if possible, the twelve-twenty o'clock train." He leant back a feeling of horror and self-contempt possessed him.
"Madame de Léra's villa is at Marly-le-Roi, isn't it?" "Yes, haven't you ever been there?" Vanderlyn looked at Pargeter. "No," he said very deliberately, "I scarcely know Madame de Léra." "How odd," said Pargeter indifferently. "Peggy's always with her, and you and Peggy are such pals." "One doesn't always care for one's friends' friends," said Vanderlyn dryly.
Pargeter, turning and looking up into her companion's face, had said something which Laurence Vanderlyn had felt to be strangely disconcerting; for a brief moment she lifted the veil which she had herself so deliberately and for so long thrown over their ambiguous relation "Ah! Laurence," she exclaimed with a sigh, "the way of the transgressor is hard!"
I don't suppose Florac knows that it's my money he's chucking away!" "Your money?" repeated Vanderlyn with listless surprise, "d'you mean to say that you've been lending Florac money?" He looked, with a pity in which there entered a vague fellow-feeling, at the mask-like face of the man against whom the luck seemed to be going so dead.
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