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CHAPTER V.

girls voice drew him to the window
which was open.
Out iii the garden, near to the box
heuge which divided the Maitlands
grounds from the Abbotts', stood Lin.
ma. She was STOPPING forward, play.
Ing with Silver, Annals beautiful prov,
hound. In one hand she held a sort nf
scarlet wrap. n fragile. silkcn, feather.
"eight thing, which had proved too
warm FOR her shoulders. The other
hand was stretched out scductively TO
the dog leapng after her The scarlet
showed rividly against her white
morning gown. Il little crystal buckle
mashed at her waist, and the sunshine
caught the waving hair the pink
cheek, the white moving hand, the lace
RULES at her throat and wrist.
For moment only Pcyrac stood still
and watched
Inc glrl was yet playing with the
houhd' when she turned suddenly with
smile on her lips, and there In the
full glare of the intoxicating June sun
light She met the mans eyes for the
first time. \ blind feeling of HELPLESS.
ness and indefinite longing ending
somewhere round her heart In a thud
OF ihueScriDable pleasure passed
through her frame.
she pulled herself together anCrily.
ana the smile vanished go down.
silver" She said severely to the dog.
whose paw was making for her shouI-
der Clearly this was shyness pushed
TO the verge of absurdity. She must
conquer the ridiculous feeling, must
speak
food morning, monsieur. 1t Is 90.
ing TO be warm day, do you think 2"
she nearly forced the words through
her lips, which had remained parted nil
the time.
Peyrac did not hear the words. He
was studying the girl intcntly.
PARDON me-" lie said, putting his
head on one side and drawing his eve.
lids together rs he concentrated his
gaze upon her. "Pcople forgive paint.
ers for personalities, and YOU don't
know how much should like to get
you on canvas, just rs you are the dog
and all"
The blood invaded Liana's checks,
slowly at first; then, as she realized hls'
meaning, in hot blaze Of crimson.
i DO not aspire, monsieur, to be an
artists model" She walked toward
the house with as much dignity as her
ID years were capable of.
But this was only the bopinn,no
Ihat evening, rs she was singing for
Mrs. Abbott in the drawing room, she
became aware that Peyrac was stand
Ing with the group OF people on the
porch and was looking in through the
French window. She threw back her
lovely head and sang with exultation.
Even them she told herself after.
ward, 81 must have been loving him
without knowing" She sanr the old
Spanish ballad Of the knight errant,
ana when she came to the last lines
Some day more kind fate may find,
Some night kiss thee
she marveled at the beauty Of her own
voice; her face flushed, her eyes spar.
kled. She knew that she was doing her
best.
But evidently the artist had taken no
notice Of that lovely young eoice; st
was only her face that attracted him.
AS they were getting ready for bed
that night Anna said:
What have you done to our invul.
nerable painter? He remarked, when
he heard you singing awhile ago, that
he Just tlngled for his brushes. He
wondered If it would be possible for
you to sing that same song in the same
way, unaccompanicd, In his studio"
This seemed little too much. He
not only wished to use her as q model,
but he even wished to have her moods
and expressions subject to his orders!
Llama was perched upon bedpost.
She was perfectly poised, her slender
limbs dangling floorward, one arm
akimbo, the other behind her back.
Anna was reclining on an ottoman,
smoothing out her ribbon sash.
"Well," she said, as Llama made no
reply, bat kept on dangling her limbs,
"do you think you can oblige him?"
Liana's only comment was to tap up.
on the heel OF her right slipper with
the toe of her left.
"He says" pursued Anna mischiev-
ously, that you have great deal Of
scenic effect about you, whatever that
means. confess I'm not sure Of the
term
Neither am l." Liana's right Slip
per landed many yards off across the
floor.
The next day she caught the obnox-
ious, rude man stepping backward sew
eral times to get her in perspective.
Once he actually ventured to make a
tube Of his hand. When he put 1t to
his eye and turned his head sideways,
screwing up one side OF his face, Llama
couldn't help noticing In spite Of her
vexatlon that the corner Of the lip
which was thus drawn up exposed
some magnificent white teeth How.
ever, she said:
You are extremely impolitc," and
then, with sudden fear that he might
compliment her on the effect Of anger
on her face, she turned and left him.
1t was with direct reference to the
advancement Of his art that Peyrac sci
20 work to interest and make friends
with Llama. He found his way beset
with difficulties, and at the end of q
fortnight he had to acknowledge that
he had made no progress at ALL He
mad come to Twyeffort meaning to de
some landscapes and sea views. But
fudge, how fat they seemed now! He
was a portrait painter IL anything, and
at last the gods had led him to q being
who appealed to the power within him
ae no one yet ever had done. He must
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