Sandra Belloni — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 709 pages of information about Sandra Belloni — Complete.

Sandra Belloni — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 709 pages of information about Sandra Belloni — Complete.

[Tracy Runningbrook to Wilfrid:]

“You had my promise that I would write and give your conscience a nightcap.  I have a splendid one for you.  Put it on without any hesitation.  I find her quite comfortable.  Powys reads Italian with her in the morning.  His sister (who might be a woman if she liked, but has an insane preference for celestial neutrality) does the moral inculcation.  The effect is comical.  I should like you to see Cold Steel leading Tame Fire about, and imagining the taming to be her work!  You deserve well of your generation.  You just did enough to set this darling girl alight.  Knights and squires numberless will thank you.  The idea of your reproaching yourself is monstrous.  Why, there’s no one thanks you more than she does.  You stole her voice, which some may think a pity, but I don’t, seeing that I would rather have her in a salon than before the footlights.  Imagine my glory in her!—­she has become half cat!  She moves softly, as if she loved everything she touched; making you throb to feel the little ball of her foot.  Her eyes look steadily, like green jewels before the veil of an Egyptian temple.  Positively, her eyes have grown green—­or greenish!  They were darkish hazel formerly, and talked more of milkmaids and chattering pastorals than a discerning master would have wished.  Take credit for the change; and at least I don’t blame you for the tender hollows under the eyes, sloping outward, just hinted...  Love’s mark on her, so that men’s hearts may faint to know that love is known to her, and burn to read her history.  When she is about to speak, the upper lids droop a very little; or else the under lids quiver upward—­I know not which.  Take further credit for her manner.  She has now a manner of her own.  Some of her naturalness has gone, but she has skipped clean over the ‘young lady’ stage; from raw girl she has really got as much of the great manner as a woman can have who is not an ostensibly retired dowager, or a matron on a pedestal shuffling the naked virtues and the decorous vices together.  She looks at you with an immense, marvellous gravity, before she replies to you—­enveloping you in a velvet light.  This, is fact, not fine stuff, my dear fellow.  The light of her eyes does absolutely cling about you.  Adieu!  You are a great master, and know exactly when to make your bow and retire.  A little more, and you would have spoilt her.  Now she is perfect.”

[Wilfrid to Tracy Runningbrook:]

“I have just come across a review of your last book, and send it, thinking you may wish to see it.  I have put a query to one of the passages, which I think misquoted:  and there will be no necessity to call your attention to the critic’s English.  You can afford to laugh at it, but I confess it puts your friends in a rage.  Here are a set of fellows who arm themselves with whips and stand in the public thoroughfare to make any man of real genius run the gauntlet down their ranks till he comes out flayed

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