Out of the Past — page 72: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. | 69 Yvette had crept to the singer’s chair with eyes full of tears, and, after the sombre silence which fell upon them all, she asked timidly: “Ts she waiting for you still, Saline?” The woman turned brusquely from her aesthetic vision to answer: “Yes—she has everything she wants.” Yvette shrank back, murmuring: “If I had such a mother I would not stay here one hour.”’ But the words were not heard in the clamor which again broke out to relieve the unprecedented seriousness of the situation. “A dance! A dance, Saline! Come, this is unkind.” She petulantly ordered the table cleared. M. Vignaud held out his hand for her satin-clad foot and she sprang upon the polished surface of the table as lightly as a moth, to glide and whirl there like nothing else but Saline, the moth dancer. With all this Robert had no conscious connection, but Saline had fixed ttpon him the gyves of an unthwarted will. For tne first time she had come in contact with one who would not lower himself to her level nor abate one jot the rigor of his hardy nature. Somewhere in the un- lighted places of her character, a vivid desire took life to possess what his nobler life represented. She cared little for position, believing that the lives of CONNICLOOOKS.