• her soft white shoulders

    The flight of this swarm of various beauty recalled the conversation of last night; and breaking off unobserved a long fine tendril of the leveloo, I said lightly—

    "Flower-birds are not so well-trained as esvee, bambina."

    Never forgetting a word of mine, and never failing to catch with quick intelligence the sense of the most epigrammatic or delicate metaphor, Eveena started and looked up, as if stung by a serious reproach. Fancying that overpowering fatigue had so shaken her nerves liqua ejuice, I would not allow her to speak. But I did not understand how much she had been distressed, till in her own chamber, cloak and veil thrown aside, she stood beside my seat, her sleeveless arms folded behind her, drooping like a lily beaten down by a thunderstorm. Then she murmured sadly—

    "I did not think of offending. But you are quite right; disobedience should never pass."

    "Certainly not," I replied, with a smile she did not see. Taking both the little hands in my left, I laid the tendril on , but so gently that in her real distress she did not feel the touch. "You see I can keep my word; but never let me tire you again. My flower-bird cannot take wing if she anger me in earnest."

    "Are you not angered now?" she asked, glancing up in utter surprise.

    My eyes, or the sight of the leveloo, answered her; and a sweet bright smile broke through her look of frightened, penitent submission, as she snatched the tendril and snapped it in my hand hong kong apartment for rent .

    "Cruel!" she said, with a pretty assumption of ill-usage, "to visit a first fault with the whip."

    "You are hard to please, bambina! I knew no better. Seriously, until I can measure your strength more truly, never again let me feel that in inviting your company I have turned my pleasure into your pain."

    "No, indeed," she urged, once more in earnest. "Girls so seldom pass  cartier hk the gate, and men never walk where a carriage will go, or I should not have been so stupid. But if I had blistered my feet, and the leveloo had been a nut-vine, the fruit was worth the scratches."

    "What do you know, my child, either of blisters or stripes?"

    "You will teach me——No, you know I don't mean that! But you will take me with you sometimes till I learn better! If you are going to leave me at home in future "——

    "My child, can you not trust me to take you for my own pleasure?"

    The silvery tone of her low sweet laugh was truly perfectly musical.

    "Forgive me," she said, nestling in the cushions at my knee, and seeking with upturned eyes, like a child better assured of pardon than of full reconciliation, to read my face, "it is very naughty to laugh, and very ungrateful, when you speak to please me; but is it real kindness to say what I should be very silly to believe?"

    "You will believe whatever I tell you, child. If you wish to anger a man, even with you, tell him that he is lying."

    "I do nothing but misbehave," she said, in earnest despondency.
    "I——" But I sealed her lips effectually for the moment.


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    Samedi 9 Avril 2016 à 01:45
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