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Narcissus Off Duty
Almostalwaystherewassomeoneelsethereandsheseemednotanxioustoseehimalone,formanyoccasionspresentedthemselveswhenawordfromherwouldhavegivenhimanotherdelicioushalf-hourofadoration.Buthefellgraduallyinloveandbegantospeculatewildlyonmarriage.Thoughthisdesignflowedthroughhisbraineventohislips,stillheknewafterwardthatthedesirehadnotbeendeeplyrooted.Oncehedreamtthatithadcometrueandwokeupinacoldpanic,forinhisdreamshehadbeenasilly,flaxenClara,withthegoldgoneoutofherhairandplatitudesfallinginsipidlyfromherchangelingtongue.Butshewasthefirstfinewomanheeverknewandoneofthefewgoodpeoplewhoeverinterestedhim.Shemadehergoodnesssuchanasset.Amoryhaddecidedthatmostgoodpeopleeitherdraggedtheirsafterthemasaliability,orelsedistortedittoartificialgeniality,andofcoursethereweretheever-presentprigandPharisee—(butAmoryneverincludedthemasbeingamongthesaved).
ST.CECILIA
"Overhergrayandvelvetdress,
Underhermolten,beatenhair,
Colorofroseinmockdistress
Flushesandfadesandmakesherfair;
Fillstheairfromhertohim
Withlightandlanguorandlittlesighs,
Justsosubtlyhescarcelyknows...
Laughinglightning,colorofrose."
"Doyoulikeme?"
"OfcourseIdo,"saidClaraseriously.
"Why?"
"Well,wehavesomequalitiesincommon.Thingsthatarespontaneousineachofus—orwereoriginally."
"You’reimplyingthatIhaven’tusedmyselfverywell?"
Clarahesitated.