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If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. But she did not in the least want to do that. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. ‘Of course the fellow has doubtless stayed put to wait for you,’ retorted Hilary. “We have been all this time—Only your queer code of honor—Honor! Once you begin with love you have to see it through. ” 224 < 28 > RHEA AND THE ORACLE She went inside the house, thinking of Sebastian, worrying. Now, Sir. I tried to get across the terrace and onto the bridge to introduce myself, but the crowds did not part and I lost you. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. Now, she was the very reverse of all this.
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