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With an inimitably aristocratic nod of the head he calls ainst my oill

"Take my furs," he quickly commands

My entire body trembles with resentht long I waited in the ante-rooes hovered past e of looks I saw her float through the hall in his arainst his breast I saw hi on the ottoman, not as slave, but as master, and she at his feet Onin my hands, and I saw hi about him

He is a man who is like a woly He changes his clothes four or five times a day, like a vain courtesan

In Paris he appeared first in woman's dress, and the er, famous equally for his art and his passionate intensity, even invaded his ho on his knees before him threatened to commit suicide if he wouldn't be his

"I a, "I should like to do you the favor, but you will have to carry out your threat, for I a-rooree, but she apparently has no thought of leaving

Morning is already peering through the blinds

At last I hear the rustling of her heavy gohich flows along behind her like green waves She advances step by step, engaged in conversation with hier; she doesn't even trouble to give me an order

"The cloak for Mada after her himself

While I put her furs about her, he stands to one side with his ar on her fur over-shoes, she lightly supports herself with her hand on his shoulder She asks: "And what about the lioness?"

"When the lion whom she has chosen and hom she lives is attacked by another," the Greek went on with his narrative, "the lioness quietly lies down and watches the battle Even if her o to his aid She looks on indifferently as he bleeds to death under his opponent's claws, and follows the victor, the stronger--that is the female's nature"