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Updated: May 5, 2025
I remember too how amazing I thought it that, when he got there, he seemed at once to know Paris in the mysterious way he knew everything. We had not heard of his arrival until we ran across him at the Vernissage in the New Salon. I think he had planned the dramatic effect of the chance meeting, counting upon the impression he would make as we met.
As he came through the galleries towards us with the tripping step that was characteristic of him, a little light cane swinging in his hand, he was the most striking figure in them, dividing the stares of the staring Vernissage crowd with the clou of the year's New Salon: that portrait by Aman-Jean of his wife, with her hair parted in the middle and brought simply down over her ears, which set a mode copied before the season was over by women it disfigured, heroines who could dare the unbecoming if fashion decreed it.
He did not attend the 'Vernissage, nor the presentation of prizes, yet he wins the highest." The owl stretched out an arm, bare and muscular, from under his wing and tried the door very gently. It was not locked, and he thrust his head within, then reached back and took a candle from the ghost. "This will give light enough. Put out the rest of yours and make no noise."
This world held nothing human worthy to rivet our attention longer than thirty seconds, whence, very soon, we were hot in debate again. It was the first Sunday in May; I need hardly add that our subject-matter was the Vernissage, at which the greater number of us had assisted. Else why the sombrero and knickerbockers, the flowing locks and eccentric yellow cloak?
'I beg your pardon, he began, with no symptom of diffidence, 'but I too was at the Vernissage to-day, and some of your comments upon it have surprised me. He spoke with a staccato north-country accent, in a chirpy, querulous little voice; and each syllable seemed to chop the air, like a blow from a small hatchet.
My name is no matter . I'm going back to the place where I killed my best friend to give myself up to imprisonment I do not know to what maybe death but it will end my torture of mind. Now you know why I could not go to the Vernissage, to be treated well, I could not go, that's all. Nor could I accept the honors given me under a name not my own.
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