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break Voke of it was to bring their little girl along—the one that has convulsions so easily, you know. And then when Yoke was getting Aurelia's harp ready for her the little girl would have a convulsion, and Mrs. Easeley would turn her over to Voke, and Voke would have to take the little girl home, and Mrs. Easeley would stay and say what a family man and what a devoted husband Voke was, for an artist.
Well, Mrs. Easeley wasn't stumped at all. She got up and repeated something. I took up Italian poetry one winter, and we made a special study of D'Annunzio; but I didn't remember what Mrs. Easeley recited. But Aurelia harped to it. Improvising is one of the best things she does.
And everybody said how lovely it was and how much soul there was in it, and, "Poor Stegomyia! Poor Citronella!"
The Swami said it reminded him of some passages in Tagore that hadn't been translated into English yet.
Voke Easeley said: "The plaint of Citronella is full of a passion of dream that only the Italian poets have found the language for."
Fothy winked at me and I made an excuse and slipped into the library and looked them up—and, well, would you believe it!—they weren't lovers at all! And I might have known it from the first, for
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