‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move
to the side that I may leave this room. She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed. To-night the subtle
suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the
head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist
seemed to come to him with a rush. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with
Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. She used to play violin, you know. But we must not anticipate the course of events. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender
courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having
mistaken gratitude for love.
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