”
“I should have his head on a platter!” Sebastian
exclaimed dramatically. They do
not come for me, to find me and bring me home. She would never
look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she
lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. I
heard rumours of it in Paris, and the place since then has been closed. He has
been a father to me and my child. And I’ve read, and thought,
and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. Oh, I
know. ”
“Who cooked it all?” He asked. ”
“Coffee! Bah!”
The newcomer picked her way across the floor with daintily uplifted skirts, and
subsided into a deck chair of stretched canvas. And now she was discovering that even
Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons.
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