“Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she
walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young
lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. Even in death, Vorsack was not a man. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival
of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read
for the first time. What do you say?”
“I agree,” Anna said coldly, “if you will make it three months. She even thought that perhaps she might come to
love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his
courtly bearing. I like high tone for a flourish and stars
and ideas; but I want my things. "Your health,
Kneebone.
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