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The Common Law - ebook
The Common Law - ebook
This book is one of the most popular novels by Robert William Chambers and has been translated into several other languages around the world. A casual conversation with a model for his new project forces him to test his theories about creativity, society, and love, and he discovers that other people have their own ideas about how it should all work.
Kategoria: | Suspense |
Język: | Angielski |
Zabezpieczenie: |
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ISBN: | 978-83-8292-685-9 |
Rozmiar pliku: | 2,7 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
There was a long, brisk, decisive ring at the door. He continued working. After an interval the bell rang again, briefly, as though the light touch on the electric button had lost its assurance.
“Somebody’s confidence has departed,” he thought to himself, busy with a lead-weighted string and a stick of soft charcoal wrapped in silver foil. For a few moments he continued working, not inclined to trouble himself to answer the door, but the hesitating timidity of a third appeal amused him, and he walked out into the hallway and opened the door. In the dim light a departing figure turned from the stairway:
“Do you wish a model?” she asked in an unsteady voice.
“No,” he said, vexed.
“Then–I beg your pardon for disturbing you–”
“Who gave you my name?” he demanded.
“Why–nobody–”
“Who sent you to me? Didn’t anybody send you?”
“No.”
“But how did you get in?”
“I–walked in.”
There was a scarcely perceptible pause; then she turned away in the dim light of the corridor.
“You know,” he said, “models are not supposed to come here unless sent for. It isn’t done in this building.” He pointed to a black and white sign on his door which bore the words: “No Admittance.”
“I am very sorry. I didn’t understand–”
“Oh, it’s all right; only, I don’t see how you got up here at all.
Didn’t the elevator boy question you? It’s his business.”
“I didn’t come up on the elevator.”
“You didn’t _walk_up!”
“Yes.”
“Twelve stories!”
“Both elevators happened to be in service. Besides, I was not quite certain that models were expected to use the elevators.”
“Good Lord!” he exclaimed, “you must have wanted an engagement pretty badly.”
“Yes, I did.”
He stared: “I suppose you do, still,”
“If you would care to try me.”
“I’ll take your name and address, anyhow. Twelve flights! For the love of–oh, come in anyway and rest.”
It was dusky in the private hallway through which he preceded her, but there was light enough in the great studio. Through the vast sheets of glass fleecy clouds showed blue sky between. The morning was clearing.
He went over to an ornate Louis XV table, picked up a note book, motioned her to be seated, dropped into a chair himself, and began to sharpen a pencil. As yet he had scarcely glanced at her, and now, while he leisurely shaved the cedar and scraped the lead to a point, he absent-mindedly and good-humouredly admonished her:
“You models have your own guild, your club, your regular routine, and it would make it much easier for us if you’d all register and quietly wait until we send for you.
“You see we painters know what we want and we know where to apply for it. But if you all go wandering over studio buildings in search of engagements, we won’t have any leisure to employ you because it will take all our time to answer the bell. And it will end by our not answering it at all. And that’s why it is fit and proper for good little models to remain _chez eux_.”
He had achieved a point to his pencil. Now he opened his model book, looked up at her with his absent smile, and remained looking.
“Aren’t you going to remove your veil?”
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