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… lunch." “You shall have a great treat, Joe! I have a friend and his girl coming, too. You shall pay for all of us.” The negro beamed. " Ida Pendragonl " he spluttered. “ I love you, Ida Pendragon." “ And Ida Pendragon loves her leopard. Now leave me.” She glanced round. They were alone in the gallery. “ You may kiss the back of my neck, if you like." The negro buried his head between her shoulders. She shivered ; her hair hissed under his kiss. She writhed round, and gave her mouth to his for one clinging moment. Then she pushed herself away, …
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON ”He is like a black leopard,” she purred. “Is anything in the world so beautiful as that lithe black body ? ” ”I have seen blood in the sunlight on a bull's shoulder," replied Rolles. “ I love to see the pure animal beat the mere brute. White men ought not to fight: they ought to think, and do lovely physical things, things gracious and of good report." “Ida! my Ida! Could you see your nostrils twitching! I can imagine you fighting with all their fierceness, incapable of keeping to the rules of boxing.” “ Ι hate you,” s…
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON of faith.‘ Mere eyesight tells us that a plaster mould is truer to nature than the greatest masterpiece of Phidias; so does science, with her gross calipers. Sensible men prefer a good photograph of nature to a bad landscape. The photograph shows them the view of their own normal eye through the medium of an accepted symbolism; the picture shows the view of an indifferent bad soul through a medium of mud. But Corotl But Whistler! But Morrice ! Corot sees a wood, and paints Pan; Bougereau sees a pretty model, and pain…
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON she said, "oh! Iknow the type. Name of a tigress . . . and she rattled off a story of a stag—hunt at Fontainebleau in which the Cornish girl had played the principal, an incredible part. The cafe pricked up its ears, and dissolved in laughter at the culminating impossibility. But Edgar Rolles only frowned. “ I am sorry for Ida," he said slowly. " If your story were true I should be glad; but she is only the painter with his palette mixing paints: she never gives her soul up to the canvas. Tigress ? yes : but not the …
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON “ Sir! " “Yes or no? Well, silence gives consent—No! she wasn't] You lie! she never gave herself but once—go and look at the mark on her throat! " Rolles reeled back, stunned by the bludgeon truth. “ Ι am a Fool ! " “ Not by a long chalk! Keep your end up, and you’ll be a Magus in this life yet, though In the meantime—oh, be a Devil!" The younger man divined the infinite love and wisdom beneath the brusquerie of the Brother. His eyes filled with tears. “ I'll win her, sir, by God I " he said enthusiastically. “Lose you…
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON continued to burn with a low hissing noise rarely interrupted by a dry crackle‘ " It is well," said Rolles, " let us depart." Ida Pendragon had not said a word. She put on her hat and followed to the door as fatalistieally as the condemned man walks to the gallows. She had passed through anticipa- tion; she was content to await what might be. At the door she whispered, hushed in awe of the real silence of the room with its monotonous hiss, in his ear. " You have the Lamp. I almost begin to wonder if you have not the …
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IV THE HOUR OF GOLD IT was easy to satisfy French justice. Ida Pendragon was compared to several early Christian martyrs whose names I have forgotten ; Edgar Rolles was asked to sit for a picture of St George by Follat, the success of the year’s salon. Humanitarian papers urged the law to suppress boxing and its brutalities. Texans in Paris argued and rejoiced; Parisians in Texas went with a clear conscience to such lynchings as occurred Ida was convalescent. She would never lose the awful scars that jagged her throat; but would her face ever l…
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven!’ I am blinder than shorn Samson ! . . . Well, I‘m in charge of Delilah at present, and here’s the House where we don't admit Philistinesl Get up, little girll ” He lifted her gently from the fiacre and paid the driver. “Stamp!" said he, “stamp like Dr Johnson! The ground is firm.” " Ε pur si muove," murmured she, and clung (O illogical sex !) still closer to his arm. 125
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON “ Ida Pendragon. But call me Poppy, because my lips are red, because I give sleep, and death ! " Α pause. “ And your name, nice boy?” " Edgar RollesAyou may call me Monkshood.” “ What—the Edgar Rolles ? ” “ As ever is." "Oh, they’ll hang you! They’ll certainly hang you! for that last book of yours. . . . But you shall hang here first.” Her long white fingers went to her neck, like a cuttle—fish feeling for its prey. Her eyes closed: her throat worked convulsively for a moment. Rolles too leaned back, pale with excitemen…
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…ortionate. He seemed apathetic; he reminded one of indiarubber. It was not till the sixth round that any warm exchanges took place. Then Ida sat up. Joe had sent a sharp upper cut to the Englishman’s lip. She dug her nails into Rolles’ hand, that lay idly on her knee. Sam Hall returned a blow on the heart that sent the negro staggering across the ring. He was after him like a flash, thinking to finish the fight; but the black countered unexpectedly hard, and the round finished in a clinch. In the seventh round both men seemed cautious and afraid of…
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…at makes mewant the martyrdom. And all the time I only want your" “ But you’re not only Edgar Rolles.” “ And when I return, be more than Ida Pendragon. Keep a stout heart, wench ! " So, with a thousand tears and kisses, they parted She would not come to see him off; her self-command was weakened alike by her new love and by the terrible ordeal that she had undergone, Her mind remembered nothing of it— such is the merciful order of things ; but her soul, beaten with rods, was sore. So Edgar Rolles went to England to his martyrdom, with a lock of…
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THE EQUINOX But Ida Pendragon, pale and fragile as rare porcelain, twisted herself and found no peace. Edgar bent over her, as vigilant as on the night of her first ordeal. In the shadow stood a physician ; at the bedside sat a nurse, and in her arms a Child. “ Brother! ” she said faintly, “ the number of the grade is Three, and I have given myself three times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the chi…
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON 701,], ANDK I THE RED HOUR THERE was myrrh in the honey of the smile with which Edgar Rolles turned from the faeade of the Pantheon. “Aux grands hommes la patrie reconnaissante"—he reflected that the grateful fatherland never gives her great men anything but a tomb. Then the full blast of it struck him. The Gargantuan jest! The solemn ass that had devised the motto; the laborious ass that had put it up there; the admiring asses that had warmed their skinny souls at the false fire of its pompous sentimentality. Perhaps …
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON “And if you should succeed, and equalise the count?” “ Ι have no idea.” “ But—" “ Ungenerous, unsympathetic youth! I wager you have not divined my difficulty?" " It al! seems very difficult." " But my supreme, my crushing doubt?” “ Ι cannot guess, sir." " This! In your ear, my young friend. This! I cannot remember which way always to twiddle.” Rolles drew back dazed. " Read Nietzsche ! ” snapped the Brother. " But—but—” he stammered. " Oh I this is it. Miss Pendragon comes out in four days‘ time . . ." “I wish you’d le…
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III THE BLACK HOUR " DISGUSTING ! " said Ida Pendragon. She was at the Luxem- bourg Gallery, regarding a too faithful portrait of an orator addressing his constituents. She spoke over her shoulder to the long negro, Joe Marie. His eyes rolled, and his hands twitched, and his thick mouth grinned. He seemed to sniff her hair. A pitiable creature—a tamed leopard. All smiles and yes ! yes! to a discourse of whose purport he had noidea. “ Realism l” she went on. " We want truth, but we want beauty too. We don't want what our silly eyes call truth. W…
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON when I was a camel in the sand. Now there are only my bones.” “ It may be only a veil," he muttered, not wishing her to hear. But she heard. “ It is aveil,” she said. " But is there anything behind veils? " " Look I ” " Only the sand.” “ Tear it down!" “There might be Nothing behind.” “There is Nothing behind. It is through that that you must pass.” “ This veil is God. I am a holy nun in the trance called Rampurana. I am canonised. My name is on every banner. My face is worshipped by every nation. I am a pure virgin …
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON The girl, as it seemed mechanically, murmured the words “ Rosæ Rubeae.” " Et Aureae Crucis," he rejoined. Then, together, very slowly and distinctly: "Benedictus sit Dominus Deus Noster qui nobis dedit signum.” It seemed hardly possible that her voice joined his. The lips hardly moved; it was as if an interior voice spoke in her heart. Yet the room was suddenly filled with a pale green light—or was it rosy ?—or was it golden P—or was it like the moon? That was the strange thing about it. To every name one put to it an…
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THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON " And to all arts there is but One summit ! " continued the girl. “You are a nymflkomane,” he said; “your aspiration is the lie you tell yourself." She struck him across the face. “ Devill” she cried, so loud that even in the Taverne Pantheon folk looked up and laughed, “ have I not heard that from conscience since I was sixteen? A blow is the one answer possible.” “ Α blow is but your male desire,” he said, unmoved. “How shall I prove my truth?” she sobbed, disquieted and angry. " Live it down, little girl,” he said …