Out of the Past — page 81: what you’re looking at

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78 Out of the Past. fant; the man in you has gone daft. He has the divine madness. Oh, Rose, how the god of love sings in you!” Meanwhile Saline had concentrated her faculties in an examination of Rose, who was a new specimen of woman- hood to her. “That is the sort the novels are written about,” she commented. “I wonder why. She could be more beauti- ful if she only knew or cared; but she could not be more entrancing, I will admit. And she plays—mon Dieu, how she plays! What would I not give to dance to her play- ing! The world would be at my feet. It shall be done.” Saline sprang up and started across the floor with en- thusiasm to embrace the young girl, crying, “Brava! Brava! Artiste! Virtuose!” But, midway down the room d’Escarte met her with an interrogation between his brows, and, placing her hand on his arm, he turned her into the supper room. She flashed her blazing eyes upon him and, at sight of her, the servants silently left the room. “Why did you stop me?” “When you have told me why you have come here I will carefully explain why I could not permit you to in- trude yourself upon that lady. Shall I do so?” “How interestingly prudish! Might I not find a rea- Gomicsdooks (Efe)