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There remained to her but one thing a life of brilliant, but irremediable error. Vermont was a shrine that she never would dare to approach again. But she would not sink there were great and compelling ones in history upon whom she would model her meteoric career Camille, Lola Montez, Royal Mary, Zaza such a name as one of these would that of Medora Martin be to future generations.

"The story goes that Conyers can assist us here. Conyers is at Zaza la Mayor, with the 28th; but what can he do?" "That I'm not able to tell you; but I know O'Shaughnessy heard something at parade this morning, and has set off in search of him on every side." "Was Conyers ever out with Trevyllian?" "Not as a principal, I believe.

As yet she could not bear to think of the life she had once desired a peaceful one in the shadow of the Green Mountains with Beriah at her side, and orders for expensive oil paintings coming in by each mail from New York. Her one fatal misstep had shattered that dream. On the fourth day Medora powdered her face and rouged her lips. Once she had seen Carter in "Zaza."

That there is a certain amount of truth in works of the Zaza, Sapho, Les Demi-Vierges and L'Age d'Aimer type is incontestable; yet so far as they are true to general life one can find their parallel in this holy island.

Réjane, in "Sapho" or in "Zaza" for instance, is woman naked and shameless, loving and suffering with all her nerves and muscles, a gross, pitiable, horribly human thing, whose direct appeal, like that of a sick animal, seizes you by the throat at the instant in which it reaches your eyes and ears.

More than any actress she is the human animal without disguise or evasion; with all the instincts, all the natural cries and movements. In "Sapho" or "Zaza" she speaks the language of the senses, no more; and her acting reminds you of all that you may possibly have forgotten of how the senses speak when they speak through an ignorant woman in love.

McKillop who sought me out, and her conversation was not of kittens. "Your cousin is discussing Zaza with the Archdeacon's wife; at least, he is discussing, she is ordering her carriage." She spoke in the dry, staccato tone of one who repeats a French exercise, and I knew that as far as Millie McKillop was concerned, Wumples was devoted to a lifelong celibacy.