They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. Never had he been so intrigued. ‘If you love me, you will say it, or else I will blow off your head. 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. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. It was a purse. My birthday was on May first. If, around noon, a coconut proa landed, the boys made no effort to unload. Mirrors. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said.
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