Out of the Past — page 69: what you’re looking at

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66 Out of the Past. flaunted nor sullied. In this mood she despised the men of her circle and treated them very badly. One night at M. Vignaud’s hotel, when the supper was nearly over and her guests clamored to be amused, she rose quietly in her place looking soberly into the stained bottom of her glass. “Sing! Improvise! Make our hearts light!” cried M. Vignaud from the other end of the table, and Saline gave him a long, quiet glance. “Tt 1s coming,’ whispered one. “Ts she not magnificent,’ muttered another. “What a pose!” “Hush, she is about to say;something.” Placing her glass on the table she began in a low voice: “Friends, I sing you Love—Love whom you have never known, into whose eyes you have never looked—the love of the pure.” “Tiens! This is droll,’ said one under the uneasy stir. “And so is life,” she retorted, turning to the speaker, “and we know only the shabby half of it.” “Would she preach ?” interpolated Yvette with a shrug. “T could not if I would,” Saline answered reproachfully. “Vou know it well, friend.’ After that there were no more interruptions. “I would sing the love which we and such as we have never known.” Her eyes wandered ECORNIECLOOOKS»(E@