Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
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A MOSAIC<br />
dread when he heard I was going to the ball and, finally, the snapping<br />
of his self-control when, at last, we were alone and he could show<br />
me what he felt.<br />
It was all written on his face. I pulled off my mask, for I wanted<br />
him to see me as clearly as possible and to realise that his pathetic<br />
temerity had gained its reward—besides—I disliked his wife, and I<br />
felt that there were many scores that I could help to wipe out. I didn't<br />
want him to think, that what I had done, I had done out of pity; he<br />
attracted me, and I meant he should know it. I wasn't ashamed of it.<br />
He waited patiently and a little anxiously, but when my face became<br />
revealed to his gaze and his eyes caught mine, he suddenly caught me<br />
to him and kissed me. I shut my eyes and lay in his arms.<br />
There was a sofa in the corner and, presently, we sat down. He<br />
put him arms round me and rested his head on my shoulder. Through<br />
the little window I could see the lights of the hotel, and the door out<br />
of which we had come. Two shadows crossed it and were lost in the<br />
darkness of the garden. I felt his hands steal to my shoulder and crush<br />
the camellias he had given me; I pulled out one and he put it to his<br />
lips. Then all at once, I heard a noise and looked up; the door had<br />
opened a man was peering in; over his shoulder, I caught sight of a<br />
shock of red hair and a small pearl necklace. It shut again quickly.<br />
Had he heard? Had he seen? I don't know—anyhow he gave no sign,<br />
only lifted his face to mine, and I kissed him.<br />
Five minutes later I was back in my room.<br />
Wednesday evening.<br />
To-night she was alone. She-greeted me with a brilliant smile.<br />
Poor little Van de Voorde.