Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. ’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. Earles waiting. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. “How well and jolly you must be feeling. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee.
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