“I remember hearing
something about it. The pieces fell to the ground in a little
white shower. ”
“Does she have to sell her soul to the Devil?” Lucy
asked, feeling stupid. “More than that, he arrived to-day at the
boarding-house where I am staying, greeted me with a theatrical start, and
claimed me—as his wife. Brown engaged in the
usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for
sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo
behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish
carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings
of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys
bathing in a sunlit pool. Was he really awake? The
arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to
make it real.
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