Tales of the Five Towns eBook

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at decreasing speed, it seemed to stretch like elastic.  It broke!  The platform jumped up suddenly over my head, but I caught at the silk ladder.  I was saved!  There was a fearful silence, and then the appalling shock of hysterical applause from seven thousand throats.  I slid down the ladder, ran across the stage into my dressing-room for a cloak, out again into the street.  In two days I was in Buda-Pesth.

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In the daily strenuous life of a great hotel there are periods during which its bewildering activities slacken, and the vast organism seems to be under the influence of an opiate.  Such a period recurs after dinner when the guests are preoccupied by the mysterious processes of digestion in the drawing-rooms or smoking-rooms or in the stalls of a theatre.  On the evening of this nocturne the well-known circular entrance-hall of the Majestic, with its tessellated pavement, its malachite pillars, its Persian rugs, its lounges, and its renowned stuffed bears at the foot of the grand stairway, was for the moment deserted, save by the head hall-porter and the head night-porter and the girl in the bureau.  It was a quarter to nine, and the head hall-porter was abdicating his pagoda to the head night-porter, and telling him the necessary secrets of the day.  These two lords, before whom the motley panorama of human existence was continually being enrolled, held a portentous confabulation night and morning.  They had no illusions; they knew life.  Shakespeare himself might have listened to them with advantage.

The girl in the bureau, like a beautiful and languishing animal in its cage, leaned against her window, and looked between two pillars at the magnificent lords.  She was too far off to catch their talk, and, indeed, she watched them absently in a reverie induced by the sweet melancholy of the summer twilight, by the torpidity of the hour, and by the prospect of the next day, which was her day off.  The liveried functionaries ignored her, probably scorned her as a mere pretty little morsel.  Nevertheless, she was the centre of energy, not they.  If money were payable, she was the person to receive it; if a customer wanted a room, she would choose it; and the lords had to call her ‘miss.’  The immense and splendid hotel pulsed round this simple heart hidden under a white blouse.  Especially in summer, her presence and the presence of her companions in the bureau (but to-night she was alone) ministered to the satisfaction of male guests, whose cruel but profoundly human instincts found pleasure in the fact that, no matter when they came in from their wanderings, the pretty captives were always there in the bureau, smiling welcome, puzzling stupid little brains and puckering pale brows over enormous ledgers, twittering borrowed facetiousness from rosy mouths, and smoothing out seductive toilettes with long thin hands that were made for ring and bracelet and rudder-lines, and not a bit for the pen and the ruler.

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