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“
Gome
,
den
,
leedle
girl
,
”
she
said
,
rising
and
taking
Hilda
’
s
hand
.
“
Gome
,
den
,
we
go
vind
subber
,
hey
?
”
She
issued
from
the
park
and
took
a
cross
street
,
directly
away
from
the
locality
where
she
had
begged
the
previous
days
.
She
had
had
no
success
there
of
late
.
She
would
try
some
other
quarter
of
the
town
.
After
a
weary
walk
,
she
came
out
upon
Van
Ness
Avenue
,
near
its
junction
with
Market
Street
.
She
turned
into
the
avenue
,
and
went
on
toward
the
Bay
,
painfully
traversing
block
after
block
,
begging
of
all
whom
she
met
(
for
she
no
longer
made
any
distinction
among
the
passers
-
by
)
.
“
Say
,
say
,
den
,
blease
hellup
a
boor
womun
.
”
“
Mammy
,
mammy
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
”
It
was
Friday
night
,
between
seven
and
eight
.
The
great
deserted
avenue
was
already
dark
.
A
sea
fog
was
scudding
overhead
,
and
by
degrees
descending
lower
.
The
warmth
was
of
the
meagerest
,
and
the
street
lamps
,
birds
of
fire
in
cages
of
glass
,
fluttered
and
danced
in
the
prolonged
gusts
of
the
trade
wind
that
threshed
and
weltered
in
the
city
streets
from
off
the
ocean
.
Presley
entered
the
dining
-
room
of
the
Gerard
mansion
with
little
Miss
Gerard
on
his
arm
.
The
other
guests
had
preceded
them
—
Cedarquist
with
Mrs
.
Gerard
;
a
pale
-
faced
,
languid
young
man
(
introduced
to
Presley
as
Julian
Lambert
)
with
Presley
’
s
cousin
Beatrice
,
one
of
the
twin
daughters
of
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
;
his
brother
Stephen
,
whose
hair
was
straight
as
an
Indian
’
s
,
but
of
a
pallid
straw
color
,
with
Beatrice
’
s
sister
;
Gerard
himself
,
taciturn
,
bearded
,
rotund
,
loud
of
breath
,
escorted
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
.
Besides
these
,
there
were
one
or
two
other
couples
,
whose
names
Presley
did
not
remember
.
The
dining
-
room
was
superb
in
its
appointments
.
On
three
sides
of
the
room
,
to
the
height
of
some
ten
feet
,
ran
a
continuous
picture
,
an
oil
painting
,
divided
into
long
sections
by
narrow
panels
of
black
oak
.
The
painting
represented
the
personages
in
the
Romaunt
de
la
Rose
,
and
was
conceived
in
an
atmosphere
of
the
most
delicate
,
most
ephemeral
allegory
.
One
saw
young
chevaliers
,
blue
-
eyed
,
of
elemental
beauty
and
purity
;
women
with
crowns
,
gold
girdles
,
and
cloudy
wimples
;
young
girls
,
entrancing
in
their
loveliness
,
wearing
snow
-
white
kerchiefs
,
their
golden
hair
unbound
and
flowing
,
dressed
in
white
samite
,
bearing
armfuls
of
flowers
;
the
whole
procession
defiling
against
a
background
of
forest
glades
,
venerable
oaks
,
half
-
hidden
fountains
,
and
fields
of
asphodel
and
roses
.
Otherwise
,
the
room
was
simple
.
Against
the
side
of
the
wall
unoccupied
by
the
picture
stood
a
sideboard
of
gigantic
size
,
that
once
had
adorned
the
banquet
hall
of
an
Italian
palace
of
the
late
Renaissance
.
It
was
black
with
age
,
and
against
its
sombre
surfaces
glittered
an
array
of
heavy
silver
dishes
and
heavier
cut
-
glass
bowls
and
goblets
.
The
company
sat
down
to
the
first
course
of
raw
Blue
Point
oysters
,
served
upon
little
pyramids
of
shaved
ice
,
and
the
two
butlers
at
once
began
filling
the
glasses
of
the
guests
with
cool
Haut
Sauterne
.
