“No,” she
answered, reluctantly. “Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!”
Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring,
immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure
that henceforth our ways will lie apart. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la
Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against
the deep cool background of the night. You are taking it for granted that I am ‘Alcide. Mr. Do
you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who
followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back?
He was one of us, I believe. Engines were brought
to play upon Wild's premises, and upon the adjoining houses. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. “You’re very nice, both of you,” she said gently.
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