Out of the Past — page 58: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 55 her face blanched and still. He examined her in silence and instantly left the building. Robert gave up his studio and begged of Mme. Blanc the small room which had belonged to Rose, pleading the necessity for economy, though his income had risen to a figure which was the despair of all other young artists in the field. But Mme. Blanc did not know that. Rose had not seen Robert since his triumphant debut, and the tenth day was dying, dying in the stately colors of a capricious spring day, when, going down the stairs, she met Robert ascending to the second floor with his violin under his arm, a bundle of books in one hand and a large cluster of roses in the other. He promptly sat on the step before him and eyed her quizzically. ‘“Good-morning, Miss Lloyd,” he said, with the air of _ a boy caught in a scrape, “if you will deign to take these roses, I will remove my hat and pay proper reverence to my betters.” “I fear your reverence must be small if you need doff your hat to make it felt, monsieur.”’ “Tt is not for your feeling that I would take it off, but for my own comfort, since my reverence becomes so great at sight of you that it pains me.” Under cover of their laugh, she mechanically took his Toses. GOmicsooks (C(O)