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of the past, so vivid yet, though it is nothing but a void full of

names, seems to throw a solemn spell upon them. The blinds were partly

closed in the windows of the Capitol, and a clear, warm shadow

rested on the figures and made them more mildly human. Isabel sat

there a long time, under the charm of their motionless grace,

wondering to what, of their experience, their absent eyes were open,

and how, to our ears, their alien lips would sound. The dark red walls

of the room threw them into relief; the polished marble floor

reflected their beauty. She had seen them all before, but her

enjoyment repeated itself, and it was all the greater because she

was glad again, for the time, to be alone. At last, however, her

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attention lapsed newport cigarette, drawn off by a deeper tide of life. An occasional

tourist came in, stopped and stared a moment at the Dying Gladiator,

and then passed out of the other door, creaking over the smooth

pavement. At the end of half an hour Gilbert Osmond reappeared,

apparently in advance of his companions. He strolled toward her

slowly, with his hands behind him and his usual enquiring, yet not

quite appealing smile. "I'm surprised to find you alone, I thought you

had company."

"So I have- the best." And she glanced at the Antinous and the Faun.

"Do you call them better company than an English peer?"

"Ah, my English peer left me some time ago." She got up, speaking

with intention a little dryly.

Mr. Osmond noted her dryness, which contributed for him to the

interest of his question. "I'm afraid that what I heard the other

evening is true: you're rather cruel to that nobleman."

Isabel looked a moment at the vanquished Gladiator. "It's not

true. I'm scrupulously kind."

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happy hilarity that his joke needs to be explained. We know that he

was fond of originals, of rarities, of the superior and the exquisite;

and now that he had seen Lord Warburton, whom he thought a very fine

example of his race and order marlboro red cigarettes, he perceived a new attraction in the

idea of taking to himself a young lady who had qualified herself to

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figure in his collection of choice objects by declining so noble a

hand. Gilbert Osmond had a high appreciation of this particular

patriciate; not so much for its distinction, which he thought easily

surpassable, as for its solid actuality. He had never forgiven his

star for not appointing him to an English dukedom, and he could

measure the unexpectedness of such conduct as Isabel's. It would be

proper that the woman he might marry should have done something of

that sort.

CHAPTER 29

Ralph Touchett, in talk with his excellent friend, had rather

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