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Anthony gathered that the interview had terminated on a stormy note, with Gloria very cool and unmoved lying in her corner of the sofa and Joseph Bloeckman of "Films Par Excellence" pacing the carpet with eyes narrowed and head bowed. Gloria had been sorry for him but she had judged it best not to show it. In a final burst of kindness she had tried to make him hate her, there at the last.
On a set that was joyous with Manchu hangings a perfect Chinaman was going through a scene according to megaphone directions as the great glittering machine ground out its ancient moral tale for the edification of the national mind. A red-headed man approached them and spoke with familiar deference to Bloeckman, who answered: "Hello, Debris. Want you to meet Mrs. Patch.... Mrs.
He wanted to know, in particular, who was this Joseph Bloeckman that he had seen her with several times; and those two girls she was with constantly, "this" Rachael Jerryl and "this" Miss Kane surely Miss Kane wasn't exactly the sort one would associate with Gloria! But the moment had passed. Mrs.
For a moment he did not doubt that the whole project was entirely natural and graceful. To his distorted imagination Bloeckman had become simply one of his old friends. The entrance hall of the Boul' Mich' was warm. There were high yellow lights over a thick green carpet, from the centre of which a white stairway rose to the dancing floor. Anthony spoke to the hallboy: "I want to see Mr.
Anthony might have remembered then a certain look Bloeckman had given him in the Biltmore Hotel years before. But he remembered nothing, nothing "I'll say it again, you God " Then Bloeckman struck out, with all the strength in the arm of a well-conditioned man of forty-five, struck out and caught Anthony squarely in the mouth.
Yet what happened later on that afternoon must be traced to the indignity he had experienced in the elevator; the girl was worrying him intolerably, so much so that when she came out he involuntarily drifted into criticism. "Who's this Bloeckman, Gloria?" "A business friend of father's." "Odd sort of fellow!" "He doesn't like you either," she said with a sudden smile. Anthony laughed.
The wind, none the less bitter for being casual, whipped in through the open windows of the living room bearing with it the dismal secrets of the areaway and clearing the Patch apartment of stale smoke in its cheerless circulation. Gloria, wrapped in a warm kimona, came into the chilly room and taking up the telephone receiver called Joseph Bloeckman. "Do you mean Mr.
"Of course not," she agreed, trying to attach some sort of meaning to his remark and failing. It was just the sort of thing he would have said had he been trying not to encourage her. A few moments later she left the studio. Bloeckman had promised that she should hear the result of the test within the next few days.
Maury gave them an elaborate "drinking set," which included silver goblets, cocktail shaker, and bottle-openers. The extortion from Dick was more conventional a tea set from Tiffany's. From Joseph Bloeckman came a simple and exquisite travelling clock, with his card.
But a new idea had seared his sky what of Bloeckman! What would happen now? There was a wealthy man, middle-aged enough to be tolerant with a beautiful wife, to baby her whims and indulge her unreason, to wear her as she perhaps wished to be worn a bright flower in his button-hole, safe and secure from the things she feared.
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