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'

Then

canoes

slipped

through

palely

tinted

yellow

branches

,

'

said

Neville

,

'

and

Bernard

,

advancing

in

his

casual

way

against

breadths

of

green

,

against

houses

of

very

ancient

foundation

,

tumbled

in

a

heap

on

the

ground

beside

me

.

In

an

access

of

emotion

--

winds

are

not

more

raving

,

nor

lightning

more

sudden

--

I

took

my

poem

,

I

flung

my

poem

,

I

slammed

the

door

behind

me

.

'

'

I

,

however

,

'

said

Louis

,

'

losing

sight

of

you

,

sat

in

my

office

and

tore

the

date

from

the

calendar

,

and

announced

to

the

world

of

ship-brokers

,

corn-chandlers

and

actuaries

that

Friday

the

tenth

,

or

Tuesday

the

eighteenth

,

had

dawned

on

the

city

of

London

.

'

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'

Then

,

'

said

Jinny

,

'

Rhoda

and

I

,

exposed

in

bright

dresses

,

with

a

few

precious

stones

nestling

on

a

cold

ring

round

our

throats

,

bowed

,

shook

hands

and

took

a

sandwich

from

a

plate

with

a

smile

.

'

'

The

tiger

leapt

,

and

the

swallow

dipped

her

wings

in

dark

pools

on

the

other

side

of

the

world

,

'

said

Rhoda

.

'

But

here

and

now

we

are

together

,

'

said

Bernard

.

'

We

have

come

together

,

at

a

particular

time

,

to

this

particular

spot

.

We

are

drawn

into

this

communion

by

some

deep

,

some

common

emotion

.

Shall

we

call

it

,

conveniently

,

"

love

"

?

Shall

we

say

"

love

of

Percival

"

because

Percival

is

going

to

India

?

'N

o

,

that

is

too

small

,

too

particular

a

name

.

We

can

not

attach

the

width

and

spread

of

our

feelings

to

so

small

a

mark

.

We

have

come

together

(

from

the

North

,

from

the

South

,

from

Susan

's

farm

,

from

Louis

'

house

of

business

)

to

make

one

thing

,

not

enduring

--

for

what

endures

?

--

but

seen

by

many

eyes

simultaneously

.

There

is

a

red

carnation

in

that

vase

.

A

single

flower

as

we

sat

here

waiting

,

but

now

a

seven-sided

flower

,

many-petalled

,

red

,

puce

,

purple-shaded

,

stiff

with

silver-tinted

leaves

--

a

whole

flower

to

which

every

eye

brings

its

own

contribution

.

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'

After

the

capricious

fires

,

the

abysmal

dullness

of

youth

,

'

said

Neville

,

'

the

light

falls

upon

real

objects

now

.

Here

are

knives

and

forks

.

The

world

is

displayed

,

and

we

too

,

so

that

we

can

talk

.

'

'

We

differ

,

it

may

be

too

profoundly

,

'

said

Louis

,

'

for

explanation

.

But

let

us

attempt

it

.

I

smoothed

my

hair

when

I

came

in

,

hoping

to

look

like

the

rest

of

you

.

But

I

can

not

,

for

I

am

not

single

and

entire

as

you

are

.

I

have

lived

a

thousand

lives

already

.

Every

day

I

unbury

--

I

dig

up

.

I

find

relics

of

myself

in

the

sand

that

women

made

thousands

of

years

ago

,

when

I

heard

songs

by

the

Nile

and

the

chained

beast

stamping

.

What

you

see

beside

you

,

this

man

,

this

Louis

,

is

only

the

cinders

and

refuse

of

something

once

splendid

.

I

was

an

Arab

prince

;

behold

my

free

gestures

.

I

was

a

great

poet

in

the

time

of

Elizabeth

.

I

was

a

Duke

at

the

court

of

Louis

the

Fourteenth

.

I

am

very

vain

,

very

confident

;

I

have

an

immeasurable

desire

that

women

should

sigh

in

sympathy

.

I

have

eaten

no

lunch

today

in

order

that

Susan

may

think

me

cadaverous

and

that

Jinny

may

extend

to

me

the

exquisite

balm

of

her

sympathy

.

But

while

I

admire

Susan

and

Percival

,

I

hate

the

others

,

because

it

is

for

them

that

I

do

these

antics

,

smoothing

my

hair

,

concealing

my

accent

.

I

am

the

little

ape

who

chatters

over

a

nut

,

and

you

are

the

dowdy

women

with

shiny

bags

of

stale

buns

;

I

am

also

the

caged

tiger

,

and

you

are

the

keepers

with

red-hot

bars

.

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