Out of the Past — page 57: what you’re looking at

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54 Out of the Past. He cared nothing for its dictum to begin with. He was playing to Rose, and spreading before her keen appre- ciation every shade of art he possessed. The impetuosity of the first movement in the concerto he played was for her; the delicacy of treatment and tenderness of feeling in his adagio were for her; the élan and the magnificent breadth with which he delivered the finale sought her as their goal. The incense of a hidden love theme floated * over the throng, hidden as well to him as to her. The throng knew none of it. Each took to himself after his nature such beauty as compelled him, and every individual realized that a star was rising in the morning of its glory and drank the freshness of its dawn in deep silence. When the ordeal was over, the wild enthusiasm of the audience made but slight impression upon Robert. He was now a prey to the most extreme diffidence and dared not lift his eyes to the box where Rose sat, bright with excitement. She waited through the next number for him to appear, then dispatched Benedict in search of him. Yet, when he came, she said nothing, but shyly held out her hand to him. He bent low over it and lightly kissed it in the French expression of reverence. But the action was unaccus- tomed to Rose, and when he raised his eyes he found COMME DOO KS. COM