She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. “Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. But I don’t suppose you can understand. That there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again. I don’t mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven’t set eyes on her this side of the water. You lack only that mechanical knack of expression which is the least important part of an artist’s equipment, but which remains a tedious and absolute necessity. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes.
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