Slaves Of Freedom

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austere orderliness of death. Life is untidy; it has no time for folded

ere bloodless, as if molded from wax. Her head, which was narrow and shapely, lay cushioned on a mass of chestnut hair. She had the purged voluptuousness of one of Rossetti’s women who had turned saint. Her valiant mouth was smiling. Only her eyes and mouth, of all her body, seemed a

e’s to be no lowerin

een stabbed; then went slowly back

If I were lying here dead and you were to call, I—I should get up and come to you, Jimmie Boy. ’Dearie, I say unto

the counterpane, playing with her hand,

t going to give you

tle boy, “’cause, you know

t itself. “Jimmie Boy’s glad too, only he’s such an old Awkwar

ounded gruff and furious. “If you want to k

ked back upo

on inside his head—never quite knew how to take him. When others would have said most, he was most silent He was noisy

unrestraint of his gestures, in his uncouth silences. What a lover for a woman to have! As she lay there in her weakness she recalled the passio

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ad wearily to the little boy. “Teddy, what’s my

sband laughed loudly. “If you’re

rang into her eyes. How she had misjudged him! She rolled her head luxuriou

nd kissed her heavily on the mouth. She raised herself up to prolong the joy and fell back exhausted. “Oh, that was good!” she mu

ried away. Don’t know whether you’d like her, Dearie; she’s a wonderful person. Sings like a bird—sets me thinking—inspires. Work! Why, I’ve not worked so steadily since—I don’t know when.

looked blank. “Don’t know—not exactly. She was in Mrs. Sheerug’

d woman to love my little boy.” Then to her husband,

. It’ll make us famous. We’ll move into a big house. You’ll have break

t affectionately. “Yes, that’s sure

fountain sealed. Awake, O north wind, and come thou south. Blow upon my garden that the spices thereof ma

. She drew him near again. “It sounds beau

an Eastern garden. Everything’s heavy with fragrance, beautiful and lonely; the hot sun’s shining and nothing stirs. The windows of the harem are trellised and shut. From under clouds the north and south wind are staring and puffing their cheeks as though they’d burst. Through a locked gate in the garden you get a glimpse of an oriental street with the dust scurrying; but in my sister’s garden the air hangs listless. The fo

efully. “But—but I’m not g

his fathe

any clothes at all

icture she’s looking in the other direction. And as for th

ody eats lilies; they’re for Easter and funerals, and they

modest. Now if you were Jane I could understand it. Love would always put on trousers when he went to vis

Teddy screwed up his mouth

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of pri

arie. “What d’you think of ‘A G

endid! But does the lady exp

“I don’t know and I don’t

from side to side in negation. “If I’m any judge of character, she isn’t easily shocked.” He rose and stood staring out of the window. Hi

ntil he had completely v

arply. “The most beautiful—after you, mother,

” She stretched out her hand and drew him to her. “Now I’m ill, he’s

all, M

nt. You’d bette

r when she beckoned him back

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r a moment alone with her. Good-by, da