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From: | Rosalind Hartley |
Subject: | trade-off |
Date: | Fri, 1 Sep 2006 18:02:18 -1200 |
Onthe contrary, I wish her all the good in the
world. Annamaria von Prielau-Carolath, said Mitchka, slightly bowing.
Hannele sat absolutely blank: really dazed. She
went over the things very carefully, and thought morethan twice.
In actual life, her ownGerman friends were
real.
So I just said quietly: I should like toprotect OUR
OWN MEN.
As I said before, I cant feel any ill-will against
her. Iwonder if I may see your things in your studio.
And such anaristocrat, that lovely turn of her
head, and her simple, elegantdress.
And nowadays you can be a grand-duke anda pauper,
if you are a refugee. Withthe devoted husband of that little lady. Of course, you
had no idea who you were showingit to. It is a wonder the two ofthem are allowed to
stay in the town.
But that makes no difference toyou and me, does
it?
Well, nothing to me, outside of thisroom at this
minute. Notthat he was afraid of the little lady. She had a lurking suspicion
thatthere might be something else. My German isnt even a beginning, so youmust
excuse it.
I dont think he ever thoughtof another woman as
being flesh and blood, after he knew me.
Mitchka made big dark eyes of wonder, reproach, and
fear.
It wasexactly like day in some other
planet.
The Alexander doll was never intended for sale. She
began to feelthat he was making it up.
Now she wanted to see him again, to know if it was
really so. I hear theyre perfectlyexquisite, quite works of art. But shes years
older than you, she added.
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