Out of the Past — page 59: what you’re looking at

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56 Out of the Past. “There!” he cried, as he lifted his hat from his head, “now I can breathe, and I leave my roses in your hands for a great service. It is quite something to be rescued from suffocation, I assure you.” “You make me too much your debtor.” “It is I who am your debtor for all my recent suc- cesses.” “Monsieur!” she cried with remonstrance. “TI fear the truth is unpalatable. But your presence at my début was worth untold gold. It was glory and fame to me all in one short half hour.” b4 “You bewilder me,’ she murmured from the roses in which she had buried her face. “You speak from a fairyland of upside-down. It is I who gloried, gloried more in my friend than in the success he won. It is I who have to thank you for an unusual, a deep pleasure. Indeed, I do thank you,” she cried, holding out both hands. The violin and the books and the hat and the roses found themselves comfortably on the floor together at the head of the stair as he took her hands slowly. “And what are you doing here?’ Rose demanded. “T am looking for my room. It is somewhere in the sky, I believe.” ECONNICOOOKS.€O©