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Page 62 - He was sitting on the table with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the floor. "I have come to say good-bye.
Page 76 - He thought of a woman he had once imagined himself in love with. She had had red hair and green eyes . . . and red hair had seemed infinitely wicked and alluring and adventurous. . . . "He saw an orchis and hastily averted his eyes. "He thought of a rocking horse he had had as a child, dappled grey with a grey yellow tail and a scarlet saddle. . . . "Another orchis. He looked at her imploringly. " 'What are you thinking about?
Page 143 - Moro. She seeks out Maddalena in Italy, where the singer has married an Italian doctor, and succumbs to her wonderful fascination. Maddalena tells her that she no longer sings ; her husband can stand no rival. "He wanted our love to be everything. ... I sang my love for your father into every opera house in the world, but Giovanni said ' No, you must capture the infinite and keep it shut tight in our love,
Page 41 - ... yet he could not keep away. He had to come up to see whether her face was just the same as he remembered it and to hear the gurgle in her voice like the pouring of water when the jug is nearly full. "Poor man, he is terribly in love with you.
Page 42 - He came to stay with her, and his great talent came into play, his talent for country-house life. He did everything better than anyone else; but just now under the doctor's orders he was forbidden exercise. Every morning she went into his room, and he very courteously refused every suggestion she made for his comfort or his happiness. Sometimes she played golf before breakfast so that she should be back in time for him, should he want her. Always she tried to conceal the sacrifices she was making....
Page 44 - She was keeping up appearances for them. And he had once loved her! At last one day he went. He said good-bye very tenderly, though there was only a porter to see them. He looked, she thought, a little guilty. Out of the window of the train he took her hand and kissed it. "Still the same old scent. I have forgotten what it was called.
Page 41 - she answered with arched eyebrows. "He is always very sweet to me and he is wonderfully unselfish, and then, poor man"—her voice was infinitely tender—"he is suffering from shell-shock." She liked him best when he hurried her out of draughts, wrapped rugs round her legs, pulled up the collars of her coats and nearly strangled her with her furs. The little touch of clumsiness in his tenderness always melted her. . . . "All the afternoon while I played cards at my club I smelt my hands, for it...
Page 40 - I think I do," she said very gently, as one who had strained her subtlety to meet the peculiarities of the situation. "I believe you would find it difficult to forgive me if I kissed you,
Page 145 - ... girl appeals to her, in memory of her father, to let her hear this wonder he knew and that she may otherwise never know. Maddalena consents, and her voice — crashes discord after discord. Her husband, white with misery, comes into the room unobserved, and speaks to the girl. " Fool,
Page 45 - So it had come at last, the long-expected letter. She looked quickly down the page for "I want you to love Effie"; and there sure enough it was. She laughed a little, and sent them a magnificently impersonal present with an invitation to lunch. "You are a wonderful psychologist," said the playwright. "I have never known you wrong.