Peter Ibbetson by George Du Maurier
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realize what it has been. Trust me, I have lived my fill. I am ready and
willing to die. It is the only perfect consummation I can think of. Nothing can ever equal this moment--nothing on earth or in heaven. And if I were free to-morrow, life would not be worth having without _you_. I would not take it as a gift." She sat down by me on the grass with her hands clasped across her knees, close to the unconscious shadows of our kith and kin, within hearing of their happy talk and laughter. Suddenly we both heard Mimsey say to Gogo-- "O, ils sont joliment bien ensemble, le Prince Charmant et la fee Tarapatapoum!" We looked at each other and actually laughed aloud. The duchess said-- "Was there ever, since the world began, such a _muse en scene_, and for such a meeting, Mr. Ibbetson? Think of it! Conceive it! _I_ arranged it all. I chose a day when they were all together. As they would say in America, _I_ am the boss of this particular dream." And she laughed again, through her tears, that enchanting ripple of a laugh that closed her eyes and made her so irresistible. "Was there ever," said I--"ever since the world began, such ecstasy as I feel now? After this what can there be for me but death--well earned and well paid for? Welcome and lovely death!" [Illustration] |
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