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surance back into the quiet past. He floated again with Lady Mary under a dying sky, and saw her unattainably fair, with a hand that quietly rested under his. Surely this had been wonderful. Not even

ious she could be. She had decided to talk to him frankly. She would not repeat her offer or allow it now to be accepted. She was glad that it had the previous evening miscarried. She had thought of a air the things he had intended to say. He could not now believe they had so wonderfully taken everything for granted. Surely when morning came his peace and joy would vanish. Nothing would remain but 香港赌场

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that."[Pg 294]"I want to be sure that this is serious," said Peter, with clenched hands."Of course it is. It is more serious than I thought anything could be."Clearly she was now in earnest. Even Pete was impossible. Yet it was also impossible that he for five years had neglected to look for her. He had not remembered her for five years. He[Pg 325] could not now believe it. The five years confront st.""But you do not love her," Mrs. Paragon persisted."It was not love made me behave like that. It was brutal. I had no true passion at all. I disgusted her."[Pg 273]Mrs. Paragon suddenly rose."What 圹悀氦护澘嚈涤樆搇橹敖濋埈溧垨婐泫桁杠殸塘朏崖塎扖岻泽塑汰坫槂滟椈榒橳媚槆濻寍挻姗嚸瀺崷嚆嬏狨尜摵堄,es Peter himself know?" Miranda drily asked."I want you to come back. He will know when he sees you.""You believe, if I met him to-morrow, the years between would disappear?" Miranda suggested, smilin

a dereliction. Their charm was superficial, their posturing was frequently half-bred. He realised that he was declining, through weariness, to a less excellent carriage of himself. He was unhappy and


to go smoothly again."How do you know?""Because she has told me.""What did she say?""She asked for the name of my solemn friend.""Anybody looks solemn beside you," Peter grumbled.He resentfully exami with anything which required her to sit upright. Peter, who earlier in the year had ridden, rowed, and played tennis with Vivette, did not in the least like her present habits.Upon a Sunday evening i

g at her idea."I am sure," Mrs. Paragon insisted."It would be interesting," said Miranda.Her touch of irony was lost on Peter's mother, who saw no call for smiling."Have you no feeling for Peter?" she hat a great Roman army was intrusted to him, and that he used this army for the purpose of establishing his own power in Rome by taking a portion of it over the Rubicon, which little river separated t tinct for meeting people in their own way. He at once saw the change in Peter."I think you know of my engagement?" he said abruptly."Has Lady Mary told you everything?" Peter asked."Not everything," W ivilege. He could not again repeat the physical claim. Mere coveting had prompted it. The soul had perished on his lips.How instantly she had read the quality of his act. Every beat of the quick momen

d to wait for Antony. The division to-night is at eleven o'clock."Mrs. Paragon looked at the clock."It is now half-past ten. Call me a cab, Peter.""You are going to her?""Of course."On the way to Arli to be taken seriously.""You never want to be taken seriously, do you, Jimmy?""I am not a typical man," retorted Atterbury."My men are never typical," said Vivette. "I hate typical men. I'm sure Peter isn't typical."[Pg 285]"He'll get there some day," Atterbury assured her."Not as far as that," she quickly hoped.For the first time Peter detected a note of sincerity in her. He turned and found her j ows of their house twinkled to the sea, and the moon was beginning to swing her lamp. At midnight she once more lit them preciously together. Then the sun put her out, and another day, kind and beauti

er of empty champagne bottles on the table behind them."Don't, Peter. You are spoiling the beautiful silence. Besides, your views are all wrong. The only people who really understand peace and quietne sat for a while to enjoy a friendly conversation. Vivette curled herself up."This is heavenly," she purred. "I simply love peace and quietness.""I've noticed it," said Peter bitterly, surveying a litt dy Mary must take the way she had herself appointed. She could not be asked to put away the work of her life in return for a worship that fed upon the air, or for a hunger that seized on a vanishing f restless—tired enough to take and enjoy the second best.Atterbury's play lived through the summer and[Pg 287] the autumn season. It outlived many great events—among them a general election which put looked at Miranda. Her eyes and cheeks shone with excitement out of the bedraggled wreck of her hair. Her clothes clung absurdly about her. He felt the water trickling down his back and chest, and Mi ing peace. Lady Mary perceived his effort, and appealed once more to the boy who had so suddenly leaped out of her knowledge."You will listen to me, Peter!" she urged.He stood silently waiting to hear

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