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ROSALEEN AMONG THE ARTISTS
ELISABETH SANXAY HOLDING
“Rosaleen observed that this fiercely scorned and detestedsentimentality very often caused people to act with the greatestnobility. While common-sense and enlightened self-interest seemedfrequently to bring forth incredible baseness.”
ROSALEEN
AMONG THE ARTISTS
BY
ELISABETH SANXAY HOLDING
AUTHOR OF “INVINCIBLE MINNIE,” ETC.
NEW
YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
TO
E. E. S.
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| BOOK ONE: | |
|---|---|
| The Betrayal | 11 |
| BOOK TWO: | |
| Among the Artists | 113 |
| BOOK THREE: | |
| Forlorn Rosaleen | 185 |
| BOOK FOUR: | |
| The Honourable Lovers | 239 |
BOOK ONE: THE BETRAYAL
CHAPTER ONE
No sooner had she got inside the door than the tears began to fall; andall the way up the four flights of dark stairway they were raining downher cheeks. She had to wipe them away before she could see to put thelatchkey into the lock.
Everything neat, orderly, familiar; just as she had left it a few hoursago, and all seeming in its blank sobriety to rebuke her for herdesperate hopes. She went into her own bare and chilly little room andlay down on the cot there, sobbing forlornly, clutching in her hand thecard he had given her—a sort of talisman by means of which she couldreconstruct the enchanted hour of that afternoon. She remembered everyword he had said, every detail of his appearance. And, recollectingthem, wept all the more to think what she must forego.
“Of course, I’ll never see him again!” she cried. “I’ll have to forgetall about him....”
But she knew that she could not forget him. It seemed to her that shehad never seen so remarkable,{12} so attractive a person. His face, when hehad turned round, that thin, dark face with its haughty nose, theunderlip scornfully protruding, the serious regard of his black eyes....
She had not particularly noticed him at first, except as a gaunt andrather shabby young man sitting on the bench behind her on top of thebus. She had been absorbed in watching Fifth Avenue, which had, on thatbright Octobe