Like a man who reenters a closed and darkened house and lies down; lying there, remains conscious of sunlight outside, of bird-calls, and the breeze in the trees, so had Drene entered into the obscurity of himself. Through the chambers of his brain the twilit corridors where cringed his bruised and disfigured soul, there nothing stirring except the automatic pulses which never cease. Sometimes, when the sky itself crashes earthward and the world lies in ruins from horizon to horizon, life goes on. The things that men live through—and live!

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Between Friends

Robert William Chambers

Published: 1914

Categorie(s): Fiction, Romance, Short Stories

Source: http://gutenberg.org About Chambers:

Robert William Chambers (May 26, 1865 – December 16, 1933) was an American artist and writer. He was born in Brooklyn, New York, to William P. Chambers (1827 - 1911), a famous lawyer, and Caroline Chambers (née Boughton), a direct descendant of Roger Williams, the founder of Providence, Rhode Island. Robert's brother was Walter Boughton Chambers, the world famous architect. Robert was first educated at the the Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute,and then entered the Art Students' League at around the age of twenty, where the artist Charles Dana Gibson was his fellow student. Chambers studied at the École des Beaux-Arts, and at Académie Julian, in Paris from 1886 to 1893, and his work was displayed at the Salon as early as 1889. On his return to New York, he succeeded in selling his illustrations to Life, Truth, and Vogue magazines. Then, for reasons unclear, he devoted his time to writing, producing his first novel, In the Quarter (written in 1887 in Munich ) . His most famous, and perhaps most meritorious, effort is The King in Yellow, a collection of weird fiction short stories, connected by the theme of a book (to which the title refers) which drives those who read it insane. Chambers' fictitious drama The King in Yellow features in Karl Edward Wagner's story "The River of Night's Dreaming", while James Blish's story "More Light" purports to include much of the actual text of the play. Chambers later turned to writing romantic fiction to earn a living. According to some estimates, Chambers was one of the most successful literary careers of his period, his later novels selling well and a handful achieving best-seller status. Many of his works were also serialized in magazines. After 1924 he devoted himself solely to writing Historical fiction . On July 12, 1898, he married Elsa Vaughn Moller (1882-1939). They had a son, Robert Edward Stuart Chambers (later calling himself Robert Husted Chambers) who also gained some fame as an author. H. P. Lovecraft said of him in a letter to Clark Ashton Smith, "Chambers is like Rupert Hughes and a few other fallen Titans - equipped with the right brains and education but wholly out of the habit of using them." Frederic Taber Cooper commented, "So much of Chambers's work exasperates, because we feel that he might so easily have made it better." He died in New York on December 16th 1933. A critical essay on Chambers' work appears in S. T. Joshi's book The Evolution of the Weird Tale (2004). Source: Wikipedia

Also available on Feedbooks Chambers:

- The King in Yellow (1895)

- The Hidden Children (1914)

- The Dark Star (1916)

- In Search of the Unknown (1904)

- In Secret (1919)

- The Green Mouse (1910)

- The Slayer of Souls (1920)

- Police!!! (1915)

- Ailsa Paige (1910)

- The Fighting Chance (1906)

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Chapter 1

Like a man who reenters a closed and darkened house and lies down; lying there, remains conscious of sunlight outside, of bird-calls, and the breeze in the trees, so had Drene entered into the obscurity of himself.

Through the chambers of his brain the twilit corridors where cringed his bruised and disfigured soul, there nothing stirring except the automatic pulses which never cease.

Sometimes, when the sky itself crashes earthward and the world lies in ruins from horizon to horizon, life goes on.

The things that men live through—and live!

But no doubt Death was too busy elsewhere to attend to Drene.

He had become very lean by the time it was all over. Gray glinted on his temples; gray softened his sandy mustache: youth was finished as far as he was concerned.

An odd idea persisted in his mind that it had been winter for many years. And the world thawed out very slowly for him.

But broken trees leaf out, and hewed roots sprout; and what he had so long mistaken for wintry ashes now gleamed warmly like the orange and gold of early autumn. After a while he began to go about more or less—little excursions from the dim privacy of mind and soul—and he found the sun not very gray; and a south wind blowing in the world once more.

Quair and Guilder were in the studio that day on business; Drene continued to modify his composition in accordance with Guilder's suggestions; Quair, always curious concerning Drene, was becoming slyly impudent.

"And listen to me, Guilder. What the devil's a woman between friends?" argued Quair, with a malicious side glance at Drene. "You take my best girl away from me—"

"But I don't," remarked his partner dryly.

"For the sake of argument, you do. What happens? Do I raise hell? No. I merely thank you. Why? Because I don't want her if you can get her away. That," he added, with satisfaction, "is philosophy. Isn't it, Drene?"

Guilder intervened pleasantly:

"I don't think Drene is particularly interested in philosophy. I'm sure I'm not. Shut up, please."

Drene, gravely annoyed, continued to pinch bits of modeling wax out of a round tin box, and to stick them all over the sketch he was modifying.

Now and then he gave a twirl to the top of his working table, which revolved with a rusty squeak.

"If you two unusually intelligent gentlemen ask me what good a woman the world—" began Quair.

"But we don't," interrupted Guilder, in the temperate voice peculiar to his negative character.

"Anyway," insisted Quair, "here's what I think of 'em—"

"My model, yonder," said Drene, a slight shrug of contempt, "happens to be feminine, and may also be human. Be decent enough to defer the development of your rather tiresome theory."

The girl on the model-stand laughed outright at the rebuke, stretched her limbs and body, and relaxed, launching a questioning glance at Drene.

"All right; rest a bit," said the sculptor, smearing the bit of wax he was pinching over the sketch before him.

He gave another twirl or two to the table, wiped his bony fingers on a handful of cotton waste, picked up his empty pipe, and blew into the stem, reflectively.

Quair, one of the associated architects of the new opera, who had been born a gentleman and looked the perfect bounder, sauntered over to examine the sketch. He was still red from the rebuke he had invited.

Guilder, his senior colleague, got up from the lounge and walked over also. Drene fitted the sketch into the roughly designed group, where it belonged, and stood aside, sucking meditatively on his empty pipe.

After a silence:

"It's all right," said Guilder.

Quair remarked that the group seemed to lack flamboyancy. It is true, however, that, except for Guilder's habitual restraint, the celebrated firm of architects was inclined to express themselves flamboyantly, and to interpret Renaissance in terms of Baroque.

"She's some girl," added Quair, looking at the lithe, modeled figure, and then half turning to include the model, who had seated herself on the lounge, and was now gazing with interest at the composition sketched in by Drene for the facade of the new opera.

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"Carpeaux and his eternal group—it's the murderous but inevitable standard of comparison," mused Drene, with a whimsical glance at the photograph on the wall.

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"Carpeaux has nothing on this young lady," insisted Quair flippantly; and he pivoted on his heel and sat down beside the model. Once or twice the two others, consulting before the wax group, heard the girl's light, untroubled laughter behind their backs gaily responsive to Quair's wit. Perhaps Quair's inheritance had been humor, but to some it seemed perilously akin to mother-wit.

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The pockets of Guilder's loose, ill-fitting clothes bulged with linen tracings and rolls of blue-prints. He and Drene consulted over these for a while, semi-conscious of Quair's bantering voice and the girl's easily provoked laughter behind them. And, finally:

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"All right, Guilder," said Drene briefly. And the firm of celebrated architects prepared to evacuate the studio—Quair exhibiting symptoms of incipient skylarking, in which he was said to be at his best.

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"Drop in on me at the office some time," he suggested to the youthful model, in a gracious tone born of absolute self-satisfaction.

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"For luncheon or dinner?" retorted the girl, with smiling audacity.

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"You may stay to breakfast also—"

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"Oh, come on," drawled Guilder, taking his colleague's elbow.

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The sculptor yawned as Quair went out: then he closed the door then celebrated firm of architects, and wandered back rather aimlessly.

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For a while he stood by the great window, watching the pigeons on neighboring roof. Presently he returned to his table, withdrew the dancing figure with its graceful, wide flung arms, set it upon the squeaky revolving table once more, and studied it, yawning at intervals.

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The girl got up from the sofa behind him, went to the model-stand, and mounted it. For a few moments she was busy adjusting her feet to the chalk marks and blocks. Finally she took the pose. She always seemed inclined to be more or less vocal while Drene worked; her voice, if untrained, was untroubled. Her singing had never bothered Drene, nor, until the last few days, had he even particularly noticed her blithe trilling—as a man a field, preoccupied, is scarcely aware of the wild birds' gay irrelevancy along the way.

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He happened to notice it now, and a thought passed through his mind that the country must be very lovely in the mild spring sunshine.

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As he worked, the brief visualization of young grass and the faint blue of skies, evoked, perhaps, by the girl's careless singing, made for his dull concentration subtly pleasant environment.

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"May I rest?" she asked at length.

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"Certainly, if it's necessary."

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"I've brought my lunch. It's twelve," she explained.

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He glanced at her absently, rolling a morsel of wax; then, with slight irritation which ended in a shrug, he motioned her to descend.

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After all, girls, like birds, were eternally eating. Except for that, and incessant preening, existence meant nothing more important to either species.

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He had been busy for a few moments with the group when she said something to him, and he looked around from his abstraction. She was holding out toward him a chicken sandwich.

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When his mind came back from wool gathering, he curtly declined the offer, and, as an afterthought, bestowed upon her a wholly mechanical smile, in recognition of a generosity not welcome.

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"Why don't you ever eat luncheon?" she asked.

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"Why should I?" he replied, preoccupied.

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"It's bad for you not to. Besides, you are growing thin."

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"Is that your final conclusion concerning me, Cecile?" he asked, absently.

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"Won't you please take this sandwich?"

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Her outstretched arm more than what she said arrested his drifting attention again.

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"Why the devil do you want me to eat?" he inquired, fishing out his empty pipe and filling it.

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"You smoke too much. It's bad for you. It will do very queer things to the lining of your stomach if you smoke your luncheon instead of eating it."

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He yawned.

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"Is that so?" he said.

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"Certainly it's so. Please take this sandwich."

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He stood looking at the outstretched arm, thinking of other things and the girl sprang to her feet, caught his hand, opened the fingers, placed the sandwich on the palm, then, with a short laugh as though slightly disconcerted by her own audacity, she snatched the pipe from his left hand and tossed it upon the table. When she had reseated herself on the lounge beside her pasteboard box of luncheon, she became even more uncertain concerning the result of what she had done, and began to view with rising alarm the steady gray eyes that were so silently inspecting her.

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But after a moment Drene walked over to the sofa, seated himself, curiously scrutinized the sandwich which lay across the palm of his hand, then gravely tasted it.

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"This will doubtless give me indigestion," he remarked. "Why, Cecile, do you squander your wages on nourishment for me?"

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"It cost only five cents."

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"But why present five cents to me?" "I gave ten to a beggar this morning."

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"Why?"

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"I don't know."

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"Was he grateful?"

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"He seemed to be."

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"This sandwich is excellent; but if I feel the worse for it, I'll not be very grateful to you." But he continued eating.

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"'The woman tempted me,'" she quoted, glancing at him sideways.

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After a moment's survey of her:

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"You're one of those bright, saucy, pretty, inexplicable things that throng this town and occasionally flit through this profession—aren't you?"

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"Am I?"

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"Yes. Nobody looks for anything except mediocrity; you're one of the surprises. Nobody expects you; nobody can account for you, but you appear now and then, here and there, anywhere, even everywhere—a pretty sparkle against the gray monotony of life, a momentary flash like a golden moat afloat in sunshine—and what then?"

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She laughed.

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"What then? What becomes of you? Where do you go? What do you turn into?"

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"I don't know."

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"You go somewhere, don't you? You change into something, don't you? What happens to you, petite Cigale?"

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"When?"

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"When the sunshine is turned off and the snow comes."

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"I don't know, Mr. Drene." She broke her chocolate cake into halves and laid one on his knee.

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"Thanks for further temptation," he said grimly.

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"You are welcome. It's good, isn't it?"

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"Excellent. Adam liked the apple, too. But it raised hell with him."

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She laughed, shot a direct glance at him, and began to nibble her cake, with her eyes still fixed on him.

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Once or twice he encountered her gaze but his own always wandered absently elsewhere.

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"You think a great deal, don't you?" she remarked.

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"Don't you?"

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"I try not to—too much."

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"What?" he asked, swallowing the last morsel of cake.

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She shrugged her shoulders:

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"What's the advantage of thinking?"

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He considered her reply for a moment, her blue and rather childish eyes, and the very pure oval of her face. Then his attention flagged as usual—was wandering—when she sighed, very lightly, so that he scarcely heard it—merely noticed it sufficiently to conclude that, as usual, there was the inevitable hard luck story afloat in her vicinity, and that he lacked the interest to listen to it.

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"Thinking," she said, "is a luxury to a tranquil mind and a punishment to a troubled one. So I try not to."

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It was a moment or two before it occurred to him that the girl had uttered an unconscious epigram.

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"It sounded like somebody—probably Montaigne. Was it?" he inquired.

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"I don't know what you mean."

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"Oh. Then it wasn't. You're a funny little girl, aren't you?"

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"Yes, rather."

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"On purpose?"

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"Yes, sometimes."

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He looked into her very clear eyes, now brightly blue with intelligent perception of his not too civil badinage.

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"And sometimes," he went on, "you're funny when you don't intend to be."

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"You are, too, Mr. Drene."

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"What?"

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"Didn't you know it?"

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A dull color tinted his cheek bones.

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"No," he said, "I didn't know it."

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"But you are. For instance, you don't walk; you stalk. You do what novelists make their gloomy heroes do—you stride. It's rather funny."

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"Really. And do you find my movements comic?"

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She was a trifle scared, now, but she laughed her breathless, youthful laugh:

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"You are really very dramatic—a perfect story-book man. But, you know, sometimes they are funny when the author doesn't intend them to be… . Please don't be angry."

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Why the impudence of a model should have irritated him he was at a loss to understand—unless there lurked under that impudence a trace of unflattering truth.

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As he sat looking at her, all at once, and in an unexpected flash of selfillumination, he realized that habit had made of him an actor; that for a while—a long while—a space of time he could not at the moment conveniently compute—he had been playing a role merely because he had become accustomed to it.

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Disaster had cast him for a part. For a long while he had been that part. Now he was still playing it from sheer force of habit. His tragedy had really become only the shadow of a memory. Already he had emerged from that shadow into the everyday outer world. But he had forgotten that he still wore a somber makeup and costume which in the sunshine might appear grotesque. No wonder the world thought him funny.

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Glancing up from a perplexed and chagrined meditation he caught her eye—and found it penitent, troubled, and anxious.

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"You're quite right," he said, smiling easily and naturally; "I am unintentionally funny. And I really didn't know it—didn't suspect it—until this moment."

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"Oh," she said quickly. "I didn't mean—I know you are often unhappy—"

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"Nonsense!"

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"You are! Anybody can see—and you really do not seem to be very old, either—when you smile—"

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"I'm not very old," he said, amused. "I'm not unhappy, either. If I ever was, the truth is that I've almost forgotten by this time what it was all about—"

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"A woman," she quoted, "between friends"—and checked herself, frightened that she had dared interpret Quair's malice.

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He changed countenance at that; the dull red of anger clouded his visage.

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"Oh," she faltered, "I was not saucy, only sorry… . I have been sorry for you so long—"

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"Who intimated to you that a woman ever played any part in my career?"

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"It's generally supposed. I don't know anything more than that. But I've been—sorry. Love is a very dreadful thing," she said under her breath.

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"Is it?" he asked, controlling a sudden desire to laugh.

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"Don't you think so?"

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"I have not thought of it that way, recently… . I haven't thought about it at all—for some years… . Have you?" he added, trying to speak gravely.

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"Oh, yes. I have thought of it," she admitted.

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"Yes, it is."

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"Oh, I don't know. A girl usually loves the wrong man. To be poor is always bad enough, but to be in love, too, is really very dreadful. It usually finishes us—you know."

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"Are you in love?" he inquired, managing to repress his amusement.

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"I could be. I know that much." She went to the sink, turned on the water, washed her hands, and stood with dripping fingers looking about for a towel.

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"I'll get you one," he said. When he brought it, she laughed and held out her hands to be dried.

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"Do you think you are a Sultana?" he inquired, draping the towel across her outstretched arms and leaving it there.

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"I thought perhaps you'd dry them," she said sweetly.

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"Not in the business," he remarked; and lighted his pipe.

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Her hands were her particular beauty, soft and snowy. She was much in demand among painters, and had posed many times for pictures of the Virgin, her hands usually resting against her breast.

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Now she bestowed great care upon them, thoroughly drying each separate, slender finger. Then she pushed back the heavy masses of her hair—"a miracle of silk and sunshine," as Quair had whispered to her. That same hair, also, was very popular among painters.

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It was her figure that fascinated sculptors.

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"Are you ready?" grunted Drene. Work presently recommenced.

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She was entirely accustomed to praise from men, for her general attractiveness, for various separate features in what really was an unusually lovely ensemble.

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She was also accustomed to flattery, to importunity, to the ordinary variety of masculine solicitation; to the revelation of genuine feeling, too, in its various modes of expression—sentimental, explosive, insinuating—the entire gamut.

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She had remained, however, untouched; curious and amused, perhaps, yet quite satisfied, so far, to be amused; and entirely content with her own curiosity.

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She coquetted when she thought it safe; learned many things she had not suspected; was more cautious afterwards, but still, at intervals, ventured to use her attractiveness as a natural lure, as an excuse, as a reason, as a weapon, when the probable consequences threatened no embarrassment or unpleasantness for her.

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She was much liked, much admired, much attempted, and entirely untempted.

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When the Make-up Club gave its annual play depicting the foibles of artists and writers in the public eye, Cecile White was always cast for a role which included singing and dancing.

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On and off for the last year or two she had posed for Drene, had dropped into his studio to lounge about when he had no need of her professionally, and when she had half an hour of idleness confronting her.

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As she stood there now on the model stand, gazing dreamily from his busy hands to his lean, intent features, it occurred to her that this day had not been a sample of their usual humdrum relations. From the very beginning of their business relations he had remained merely her employer, self-centered, darkly absorbed in his work, or, when not working, bored and often yawning. She had never come to know him any better than when she first laid eyes on him.

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Always she had been a little interested in him, a little afraid, sometimes venturing an innocent audacity, out of sheer curiosity concerning the effect on him. But never had she succeeded in stirring him to any expression of personal feeling in regard to herself, one way or the other.

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Probably he had no personal feeling concerning her. It seemed odd to her; model and master thrown alone together, day after day, usually became friends in some degree. But there had been nothing at all of camaraderie in their relationship, only a colorless, professional sans-gene, the informality of intimacy without the kindly essence of personal interest on his part.

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He paid her wages promptly; said good morning when she came, and good night when she went; answered her questions when she asked them seriously; relapsed into indifference or into a lazy and not too civil badinage when she provoked him to it; and that was all.

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He never complimented her, never praised her; yet he must have thought her a good model, or he would not have continued to send for her.

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"Do you think me pretty?" she had asked one day, saucily invading one of his yawning silences.

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"I think you're pretty good," he replied, "as a model. You'd be quite perfect if you were also deaf and dumb."

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That had been nearly a year ago. She thought of it now, a slight heat in her cheeks as she remembered the snub, and her almost childish amazement, and the hurt and offended silence which lasted all that morning, but which, if he noticed at all, was doubtless entirely gratifying to him.

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"May I rest?"

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"If it's necessary."

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She sprang lightly to the floor walked around behind him, and stood looking at his work.

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"Do you want to know my opinion?" she asked.

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"Yes," he said, with unexpected urbanity; "if you are clever enough to have an opinion. What is it?"

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She said, looking at the wax figure of herself and speaking with deliberation:

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"In the last hour you have made out of a rather commonplace study an entirely spontaneous and charming creation."

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"What!" he exclaimed, his face reddening with pleasure at her opinion, and with surprise at her mode of expressing it.

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"It's quite true. That dancing figure is wholly charming. It is no study; it is pure creation."

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He knew it; was a little thrilled that she, representing to him an average and mediocre public, should recognize it so intelligently.

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"As though," she continued, "you had laid aside childish things."

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"Academic precision and the respectable excellencies of-the-usual;—you have put away childish things and become a man."

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"Where did you hear that?" he said bluntly.

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"I heard it when I said it. You know, Mr. Drene, I am not wholly uneducated, although your amiable question insinuates as much."

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"I'm not unamiable. Only I didn't suppose—"

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"Oh, you never have supposed anything concerning me. So why are you surprised when I express myself with fragmentary intelligence?"

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"I'm sorry—"

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"Listen to me. I'm not afraid of you any more. I've been afraid for two years. Now, I'm not. Your study is masterly. I know it. You know it. You didn't know I knew it; you didn't know I knew anything. And you didn't care."

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She sat down on the sofa, facing him with a breathless smile.

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"You don't care what I think, what I am, what interests I may have, what intellect, what of human desire, hope, fear, ambition animates me; do you? You don't care whether I am ignorant or educated, bad or good, ill or well—as long as it does not affect my posing for you; whether I am happy or unhappy, whether I—"

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"For Heaven's sake—"

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"But you don't care! … Do you?"

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He was silent; he stood looking at her in a stupid sort of way.

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After a moment or two she rose, picked up her hat, went to the glass and pinned it on, then strolled slowly back, drawing on her gloves.

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"It's five o'clock, you know, Drene."

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"Yes, certainly."

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"Do you want me to-morrow?"

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"Yes. Yes, of course."

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"You are not offended?"

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He did not answer. She came up to him and repeated the question in a childishly anxious voice that was a trifle too humble. And looking down into her eyes he saw a gleam of pure mischief in them.

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"You little villain!" he said; and caught her wrists. "A lot you care whether I am offended!"

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She looked away from him, turning her profile. Her expression was inscrutable. After a silence he dropped her wrists with a vague laugh.

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"You should have let me alone," he said.

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"'The woman tempted me,'" she repeated, still looking away from him. He said nothing.

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"Good night," she nodded, and turned toward the door.

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He went with her, falling into step beside her. One arm slipped around her waist as they entered the hallway. They walked slowly to the door. He unlatched it, hesitated; she moved one foot forward, and he took a step at the same time which brought her across his path so closely that contact was unavoidable. And he kissed her.

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"Oh," she said. "So you are human after all! I often wondered."

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She looked up, trying to laugh, but could not seem to take it as coolly as she might have wished to.

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"Not that a kiss is very important in these days," she continued, "yet it might interest you to hear that a friend of yours rather fancies me. He wouldn't like you to do it. But—" She lifted her blue eyes with faint malice—"What is a woman between friends?"

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"Who is he?"

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"Jack Graylock."

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Drene remained motionless.

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"I haven't encouraged him," she said. "Perhaps that is why."

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"Why he fancies you?"

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"Why he asked me to marry him. It was the only thing he had not asked."

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"He asked that?"

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"After he realized it was the only way, I suppose," she said coolly. Drene took her into his arms and kissed her deliberately on the mouth. Looking up at him she said: "After all, he is your friend, isn't he?"

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"A friend of many years. But, as you say, what is a woman between friends?"

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"I don't know," said the girl. And, still clasped in his arms, she bent her head, thoughtfully, considering the question.

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And as though she had come to some final conclusion, she raised her head, lifted her eyes slowly, and her lips, to the man whose arms enfolded her. It was her answer to his question, and her own.

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When she had gone, he went back and stood again by the great window, watching the cote on a neighboring roof, where the pigeons were strutting and coquetting in the last rays of the western sun.

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Chapter 2

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When she came again to the studio, she was different, subdued, evading, avoiding, smiling a little in her flushed diffidence at his gay ease of manner—or assumption of both ease and gaiety.

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He was inclined to rally her, tease her, but her reticence was not all embarrassment. The lightest contact, the slightest caress from him, added a seriousness to her face, making it very lovely under its heightened color, and strangely childlike.

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Model and master they would have remained no longer had it been for him to say, he desiring now to make it a favor and concession on her part to aid him professionally, she gravely insisting on professionalism as the basis of whatever entente might develop between them, as well as the only avowed excuse for her presence there alone with him.

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"Please. It's respectable," she insisted her agreeable, modulated voice. "I had rather the reason for my coming here be business—whatever else happens."

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"What has happened," he said, balancing a handful of wet clay in one hand and looking laughingly up at her, where she stood on the model-stand, "is that a pretty girl strolled in here one day and held up a mirror to a solemn ass who was stalking theatrically through life. That solemn ass is very grateful for the glimpse he had of himself. He behaved gratefully, didn't he?"

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"Very," she said with a forced smile.

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"Do you object to the manner in which he expressed his gratitude?"

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She hung her head.

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"No," she said.

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After a while she raised her eyes, her head still lowered. He was working, darkly absorbed as usual in the plastic mass under his fingers.

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She watched him curiously, not his hands, now, but his lean, intent face, striving to penetrate that masculine mask, trying to understand. Varying and odd reflections and emotions possessed her in turn, and passed—wonder, bewilderment at herself, at him; a slight sense of fear, then a brief and sudden access of shyness, succeeded by the by glow of an emotion new and strange and deep. And this, in turn, by vague bewilderment again, in which there was both a hint of fear, and a tinge of something exquisite.

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Within herself she was dimly conscious that a certain gaiety, an irresponsibility and lightness had died out in her, perhaps permanently, yet leaving no void. What it was that replaced these she could not name—she only was conscious that if these had been subdued by a newer knowledge, with a newer seriousness, this unaccustomed gravity had left her heart no less tender, and had deepened her capacity for emotion to depths as profound and unexplored as the sudden mystery of their discovery by herself.

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Always, now, while she posed, she was looking at him with a still intentness, as though he really wore a mask and she, breathlessly vigilant, watched for the moment when he might forget and lift it.

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But during the weeks that followed, if the mask were indeed only the steady preoccupation that his visage wore, she seemed to learn nothing more about him when his features lost their dark absorption and he caught her eye and smiled. No, the smile revealed nothing except another mask under the more serious cast of concentration—only another disguise that covered whatever this man might truly be deeper down—this masculine and unknown invader of frontiers surrendered ere she had understood they were even besieged.

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And during these weeks in early spring their characteristics, even characters, seemed to have shifted curiously and become reversed; his was now the light, irresponsible, half-mocking badinage—almost boyishly boisterous at times, as, for instance, when he stepped forward after the pose and swung her laughingly from the model-platform to her corner on the sofa.

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"You pretty and clever little thing," he said, "why are you becoming so serious and absent-minded?"

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"Am I becoming so?"

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"You are. You oughtn't to: you've made a new and completely different man of me."

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As though that were an admirable achievement, or even of any particular importance. And yet she seemed to think it was both of these when, resting against him, within the circle of his arm, still shy and silent under the breathless poignancy of an emotion which ever seemed to sound within her depths unsuspected.

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But when he said that she had made a new and completely different man of him, she remembered his low-voiced when that change impended as he held her by her wrists a moment, then dropped them. He had said, half to himself: "You should have let me alone!"

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Sometimes at noon she remembered this when they went out for luncheon realizing they would never have been seated together in a restaurant had she not satisfied her curiosity. She should have let him alone; she knew that. She tried to wish that she had—tried to regret everything, anything; and could not, even when within her the faint sense of alarm awoke amid the softly unchangeable unreality of these last six weeks of spring.

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Was this then really love?—this drifting through alternating dreams of shyness, tenderness, suspense, pierced at moments by tiny flashes of fear, as lightning flickers, far buried in softly shrouded depths of cloud?

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She had long periods of silent and absorbed dreaming, conscious only that she dreamed, but not of the dream itself.

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She was aware, too, of a curious loneliness within her, and dimly understood that it was the companion of a lifetime she was missing—her conscience. Where was it? Had it gone? Had it died? Were the little, inexplicable flashes of fear proof of its disintegration? Or its immortal vitality?

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Dead, dormant, departed, she knew not which, she was dully aware of its loss—dimly and childishly troubled that she could remember nothing to be sorry for. And there was so much.

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Men in his profession who knew him began to look askance at him and her, amused or otherwise, according to their individual characters.

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That Cecile White went about more or less with the sculptor Drene was a nine days' gossip among circles familiar to them both, and was forgotten—as are all wonders—in nine days.

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Some of his acquaintances recalled what had been supposed to be the tragedy of his life, mentioning a woman's name, and a man's—Drene's closest friend. But gossip does not last long among the busy—not that the busy are incapable of gossip, but they finish with it quickly, having other matters to think about.

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Even Quair, after recovering from his wonder that his own condescending advances had been ignored, bestowed his fatuously inflammable attentions elsewhere.

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He had been inclined to complain one day in the studio, when he and Guilder visited Drene professionally; and Guilder looked at his dapper confrere in surprise and slight disgust; and Drene, at first bored, grew irritable.

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"What are you talking about?" he said sharply.

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"I'm talking about Cecile White," continued Quair, looking rather oddly at the sculptor out of his slightly prominent eyes. "I didn't suppose you could be interested in any woman—not that I mind your interfering with any little affair between Cecile and me—"

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"There wasn't any."

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"I beg your pardon, Drene—"

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"There wasn't any!" repeated Drene, with curt contempt. "Don't talk about her, anyway."

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"You mean I'm not to talk about a common artist's model—"

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"Not that way."

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"Oh. Is she yours?"

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"She isn't anybody's, I fancy. Therefore, let her alone, or I'll throw you out of doors."

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"Fancy old Drene playing about with that girl on a strictly pious basis! He's doubtless dub enough to waste his time. But what's in it for her?"

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"Perhaps a little unaccustomed masculine decency."

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"Everybody is decent enough to her as far as I know."

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"Including yourself?"

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"Certainly, including myself," retorted Quair, adding naively: "Besides, I knew any attempt at philandering would be time wasted."

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"Yet you tried it," mused Guilder, entering his big touring car and depositing a bundle of blue-prints and linen tracing paper at his own ponderous feet. Quair followed him and spoke briefly to the chauffeur, then:

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"Tried nothing," he said. "A little chaff, that's all. When it comes to a man like Jack Graylock going so far as to ask her to marry him, good night, nurse! Nothing doing, even for me."

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"Even for you," repeated Guilder in his moderate and always modulated voice. "Well, if she's escaped you and Graylock, she's beyond any danger from Drene, I fancy."

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Quair smiled appreciatively, as though a delicate compliment had been offered him. Several times on the way to call on Graylock he insisted on stopping the car at as many celebrated cafes. Guilder patiently awaited him in the car and each time Quair emerged from the cafe bar a little more flushed and a trifle jauntier than when he had entered.

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He was a man so perfectly attired and so scrupulously fastidious about his person that Guilder often speculated as to just why Quair always seemed to him a trifle soiled.

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Now, looking him over as he climbed into the car, unusually red in the face, breathing out the aroma of spirits through his little, pinched nostrils, a faint sensation of disgust came over the senior member of the firm as though the junior member were physically unclean.

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"That's about ten drinks since luncheon," he remarked, as the car rolled on down Fifth Avenue.

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Quair, who usually grew disagreeably familiar when mellow, poked his gloved thumb:

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"You're a merry old cock, aren't you?" he inquired genially, "—like a pig's wrist! If I hadn't the drinking of the entire firm to do, who'd ever talk about Guilder and Quair, architects?"

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It was common rumor that Quair did his brilliant work only when "soused." And he never appeared to be perfectly sober, even when he was.

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Graylock received them in his office—a big, reckless-eyed, handsome man, with Broad Street written all over him and "danger" etched in every deepened line of his face.

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"Well, how about that business of mine?" he inquired. "It's all right to keep me waiting, of course, while you and Quair here match for highballs at the Ritz."

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"I had to see Drene—that's why we are late," explained Guilder. "We're ready to go ahead and let your contracts for you—"

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"Drene?" interrupted Graylock, looking straight at Guilder with a curious and staring intensity. "Why drag Drene into an excuse?"

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"Because we went to his studio," said Guilder. "Now about letting the contracts—"

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"Were you at Drene's studio?"

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"Yes. He's doing the groups for the new opera for us."

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"Neat little skirt he has up there—that White girl," he remarked, seating himself on Graylock's polished table.

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A dull flush stained Graylock's cheekbones, and his keen eyes turned on Quair. The latter lighted a cigarette, expelled the smoke in two thin streams from his abnormally narrow nostrils.

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"Some skirt," he repeated. "And it looks as though old Drene had her number—"

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Guilder's level voice interrupted:

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"The contracts are ready to be—"

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"Drene isn't that kind… . Is he?"

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"Our kind, you mean?" inquired Quair, with a malice so buried under flippancy that the deliberate effrontery passed for it with Graylock. Which amused Quair for a moment, but the satisfaction was not sufficient. He desired that Graylock should feel the gaff.

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"Drene," he said, "is one of those fussers who jellify when hurled on their necks—the kind that ask that kind of girl to marry them after she's turned down everything else they suggest."

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Graylock's square jaw tightened and his steady eyes seemed to grow even paler; but Quair, as though perfectly unconscious of this man's record with the wife of his closest friend, and of the rumors which connected him so seriously with Cecile White, swung his leg unconcernedly, where it dangled over the table's edge, and smiled frankly and knowingly upon Graylock:

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"There's always somebody to marry that sort of girl; all mush isn't on the breakfast table. When you and I are ready to quit, Graylock, Providence has created a species of man who settles our bills."

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He threw back his head, inhaled the smoke of his cigarette, sent two thin streams through his nose.

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"Maybe Drene may marry her himself. But—I don't believe he'll have to… . Now, about those contracts—" he affected a yawn, "—go on and tell him, Guilder," he added, his words distorted by another yawn.

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He stepped down to the floor from his perch on the table, stretched his arms, looking affably all the while at Graylock, who had never moved a muscle.

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"I believe you had a run-in with that Cecile girl once, didn't you, Graylock? Like the rest of us, eh? Oh, well—my hat off to old Drene if he wins out. I hold no malice. After all, Graylock, what's a woman between friends?"

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And he nodded gaily at Graylock and sauntered leisurely to the window.

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And kept his back turned, fearful of exploding with laughter in the very face of the man who had been staring at him out of pale, unchanging eyes so steadily and so long.

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Guilder's patient, bored, but moderate voice was raised once more:

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"In regard to the letting of these contracts—"

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But Graylock, staring at Quair's back, neither heeded nor heard him, for his brain was still ringing with the mockery of Quair's words—"What is a woman between friends?" And now, for the first time, he was beginning to understand what the answer might be.

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Chapter 3

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She had not posed for Drene during the last two weeks, and he had begun to miss her, after his own fashion—that is, he thought of her when not preoccupied and sometimes desired her companionship when unoccupied.

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And one evening he went to his desk, rummaged among note-books, and scribbled sheets of paper, until he found her address, which he could never remember, wrote it down on another slip of paper, pocketed it, and went out to his dinner.

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But as he dined, other matters reoccupied his mind, matters professional, schemes little and great, broad and in detail, which gradually, though not excluding her entirely, quenched his desire to see her at that particular time.

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Sometimes it was sheer disinclination to make an effort to communicate with her, sometimes, and usually, the self-centering concentration which included himself and his career, as well as his work, seemed to obliterate even any memory of her existence.

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Now and then, when alone in his shabby bedroom, reading a dull book, or duly preparing to retire, far in the dim recesses of heart and brain a faint pain became apparent—if it could still be called pain, this vague ghost of anger stirring in the ashes of dead years—and at such moments he thought of Graylock, and of another; and the partly paralyzed emotion, which memory of these two evoked, stirred him finally to think of Cecile.

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It was at such times that he always determined to seek her the next day and continue with her what had been begun—an intimacy which depended upon his own will; a destiny for her which instinct whispered was within his own control. But the next day found him at work; models of various types, ages, and degrees of stupidity came, posed, were paid, and departed; his studies for the groups in collaboration with Guilder and Quair were approaching the intensely interesting period—that stage of completion where composition has been determined upon and the excitement of developing the construction and the technical charm of modeling begins.

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And evening always found him physically tired and mentally satisfied—or perturbed—to the exclusion of such minor interests as life is made of—dress, amusement, food, women. Between a man and a beloved profession in full shock of embrace there is no real room for these or thought of these.

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He ate irregularly and worked with the lack of wisdom characteristic of creative ability, and he grew thinner and grayer at the temples, and grayer of flesh, too, so that within a month, between the torrid New York summer and his own unwisdom, he became again the gaunt, silent, darkly absorbed recluse, never even stirring abroad for air until some half-deadened pang of hunger, or the heavy warning of a headache, set him in reluctant motion.

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He heard of Cecile now and then; Cosby had used her for a figure on a fountain destined to embellish the estate of a wealthy young man somewhere or other; Greer employed her for the central figure of Innocence in his lovely and springlike decoration for some Western public edifice. Quair had met her several times at Manhattan Beach with various and assorted wealthy young men.

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And one evening Guilder came alone to his studio and found him lying on the lounge, his lank, muscular hands, still clay-stained, hanging inert to the floor above an evening paper fallen there.

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"Hello, Guilder," he said, without rising, as the big architect shambled loosely through the open doorway.

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"How are you, Drene?"

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"All right. It's hot."

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"There's not a breath of air. It looks like a thunder-storm in the west."

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He pulled up a chair and sprawled on it, wiping his grave features with a damp handkerchief.

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"Drene," he said, "a philanthropic guy of sorts wants to add a chapel to the church at Shallow Brook, Long Island. We've pinched the job. Can you do an altar piece?"

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"What sort?"

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"They want a Virgin. It's to be called the Chapel of the Annunciation. It's for women to repair to—under certain and natural circumstances."

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"I've so much on hand—"

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"It's only a single figure-barring the dove. Why don't you do it?"

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"There are plenty of other men—"

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"They want you. There'll be no difficulty about terms."

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Drene said with a shrug:

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"Terms are coming to mean less and less to me, Guilder. It costs very little for me to live." He turned his gray, tired face. "Look at this barn of a place; and go in there and look at my bedroom. I have no use for what are known as necessities."

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"Still, terms are terms—"

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"Oh, yes. A truck may run over me. Even at that, I've enough to live life out as I am living it here—between these empty walls—and that expanse of glass overhead. That's about all life holds for me—a sheet of glass and four empty walls—and a fistfull of wet clay."

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"Are you a trifle morbid, Drene?"

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"I'm not by any means; I merely prefer to live this way. I have sufficient means to live otherwise if I wish. But this is enough of the world to suit me, Guilder—and I can go to a noisy restaurant to eat in when I'm so inclined—" He laughed a rather mirthless laugh and glanced up, catching a peculiar expression in Guilder's eyes.

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"You're thinking," said Drene coolly, "what a god I once set up on the altar of domesticity. I used to talk a lot once, didn't I?—a hell of a clamor I made in eulogy of the domestic virtues. Well, only idiots retain the same opinions longer than twentyfour hours. Fixity is imbecility; the inconstant alone progress; dissatisfaction is only a synonym for intelligence; contentment translated means stagnation… . . I have changed my opinion concerning the virtues of domesticity."

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"Your logic is weird, Drene: in one breath you say you have changed your opinion; in another that you are content; in another that contentment is the fixedness of imbecility—"

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Drene, reddening slightly, half rose on one elbow from his couch:

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"What I meant was that I change in my convictions from day to day, without reproaching myself with inconstancy. What I believed with all my heart to be sacred yesterday I find a barrier to-day; and push it aside and go on."

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"Toward what?"

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"I go on, that's all I know—toward sanctuary."

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"You mean professionally."

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"In every way—ethically—spiritually. The gods of yesterday, too, were very real—yesterday."

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"Drene, a man may change and progress on his way toward what never changes. But standards remained fixed. They were there in the beginning; they are immutable. If they shifted, humanity could have no goal."

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"Is there a goal?"

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"Where are you going, then?"

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"Just on."

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"In your profession there is a goal toward which you sculptors all journey."

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"Perfection?"

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"But," smiled Drene, "no two sculptors ever see it alike."

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"It is still Perfection. It is still the goal to the color-blind and normal alike, whatever they call it, however, they visualize it. That is its only importance; it is The Goal… . . In things spiritual the same obtains—whether one's vision embraces Nirvana, or the Algonquin Ocean of Light, or a pallid Christ half hidden in floating clouds—Drene, it is all one, all one. It is not the Goal that changes; only our intelligence concerning its existence and its immortality."

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Drene lay looking at him:

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"You never knew pain—real pain, did you? The world never ended for you, did it?"

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"In one manner or another we all must be reborn before we can progress."

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"That is a cant phrase."

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"No; there's truth under the cant. Under all the sleek, smooth, canty phrases of ecclesiastic proverb, precept, axiom, and lore, there is truth worth the sifting out."

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"You are welcome to think so, Guilder."

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"You also could come to no other conclusion if you took the trouble to investigate."

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"Morals are no more than folk-ways—merely mental condition consequent upon custom. Spiritual beliefs are radically dependant upon folkways and the resultant physical and mental condition of the human brain which creates everything that has been and that is to be."

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"Physiology has proven that no idea, no thought, ever originated within the concrete and physical brain."

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"I've read of those experiments."

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"Then you can't ignore a conclusion."

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"I haven't reached a conclusion. Meanwhile, I have my own beliefs."

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"That's all that's necessary," said Guilder, gravely, "—to entertain some belief, temporary or final." He smiled slightly down at Drene's drawn, gray visage.

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"You and I have been friends of many years, Drene, but we have never before talked this way. I did not feel at liberty to assume any intimacy with you, even when I wanted to, even when—when you were in trouble—" He hesitated.

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"Go on," grunted the other. "I'm out of trouble now."

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"I just—it's a whimsical notion—no, it's a belief;—I just wanted to tell you one or two things concerning my own beliefs—"

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"Temporary?"

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"I don't know. It doesn't matter; they are beliefs. And this is one: all physical and mental ills are created only by our own minds—"

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"Christian Science?" sneered Drene.

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"Call it what you like," said Guilder serenely. "And call this what you like: All who believe worthily will find that particular belief true in every detail after death."

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"What do you call that?" demanded Drene, amused.

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"God knows. It seems to be my interpretation of the Goal. I seem to be journeying toward it without more obstacles and more embarrassments to encounter than confront the wayfarer who professes any other creed."

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After a while Drene sat up on his couch:

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"How did all this conversation start?" he asked uneasily.

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"It was about the Virgin for that chapel we are going to do… . . That's part of my belief: those who pray for her intercession will find her after death, interceding—" he smiled, "—if any intercession be necessary between us and Him who made us."

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"And those unlisted millions who importune Mohammed and Buddha?"

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"They shall find Mohammed and Buddha, who importune them worthily."

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"And—Christ?"

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"He bears that name also—He!"

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"Oh! And so, spiritually as well as artistically, you believe in the Virgin?"

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"You also can make a better Virgin if you believe in her otherwise than esthetically."

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Drene gazed at him incredulously, then, with a shrug:

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"When do you want this thing started?"

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