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Updated: May 20, 2025
"You swear that you've said nothing to Vanno, to make him suspect? When he told you about his brother and sister-in-law, did he mention my name as as a girl?" "He said your name was Marie Gaunt " "Oh! And then?" "I believe I talked about having a friend once with a name rather like yours, but not quite. That's all, truly. I had no idea that Marie Gaunt " "Did you speak about the convent?"
Only I hope she won't forget us. I've tried to do my best for her." As she said this, a mist softened her hard eyes, and she ingeniously pushed the beginnings of tears back whence they came, with the lace edge of her handkerchief, fearing damage to her lashes. As she did this, Vanno noticed that her hands were extraordinarily secretive in shape and gesture.
Nothing, I believe, could ever have turned her into one of those hard modern girls they are running up now like buildings made of concrete on steel frames. But the convent teaching has accentuated all in her that was already what I call 'old-fashioned. And you, too, my Principino, you are old-fashioned!" "I?" exclaimed Vanno, surprised. "Yes. You will suit each other well, you two, I prophesy.
I couldn't bear it!" "I won't tell Vanno, or any one at all." "You're sure sure you won't let anything drop, by mistake?" "Explain to me exactly what you want me to do," Mary said, "and I'll do it. Are we to have been strangers to each other till to-day is that it?" "Yes, that's the best thing: less complicated. It will save telling lies." "I should hate to tell lies," said Mary. "You needn't.
Vanno echoed. "I'd forgotten him!" "So had I. How ungrateful of us. But you have made me forget everything except you." She rose slowly, reluctantly, and then pretended to exert her strength in lifting him up from his knees. "The curé stayed away on purpose," she said. "Yes. For he meant this to happen just as it has."
Yes, this must be the face, the eyes, which had appealed to all the romance in Vanno. Even the man whom conviction had dedicated body and soul to the religion of self-sacrifice had enough humanity mingling with his saintliness to feel the peculiar appeal of this gentle girl. She was not only a woman, she was Woman.
It was just nine o'clock, and though it was Christmas the crowd was as great as ever, even greater than he had seen it before. Vanno walked through the Salle Schmidt, where Mary usually played, stopping at each table long enough to make sure that she was not there. Then he passed on into the newer rooms lit by those hanging lights which Mary had thought like diamond necklaces of giantesses.
On the strength of this feat the two had become good friends, and Vanno had been up several times in Rongier's Bleriot monoplane. "A favour, mon ami," Rongier began as they met. "I was on the point of calling at your hotel, to ask it of you. Go with me to-night to a dance on board the big yacht White Lady, that you can see down there in the harbour." "Many thanks, but no!" laughed Vanno.
She wished to know if I could tell her just when he was expected with his bride, and what would be their address when they arrived. I had the impression from something she said that she had heard about me from you." "I don't remember," said Vanno. "I may have mentioned to her that we had a friend, a curé near Monte Carlo. She has a singularly good memory.
"I see now why your letters have always been so happy," Vanno said, "and why, when it was offered, you refused promotion in order to stay here." "Oh, yes, I am very happy, thank Heaven, and I do my best to make others so. God loves mirth. Dulness is of the devil!
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