Alphonse Maria Mucha Flower paintingAlphonse Maria Mucha Flirt paintingAlphonse Maria Mucha Biscuits Lefevre Utile painting
the change."
"Da-ad," Anahita Sufyan, eyes lifting to heaven, cheek lying ho-hum against palm, interrupted these cogitations. "Give over. Point is, how'd he turn into such a, such a," -- admiringly -- "freak?"
Upon which, the devil himself, looking up from chicken soup, cried out, "No, I'm not. I'm not a freak, O no, certainly I am not." His voice, seeming to rise from an unfathomable abyss of touched and alarmed the younger girl, who rushed over to where he sat, and, impetuously caressing a shoulder of the unhappy beast, said, in an attempt to make amends: "Of course you aren't, I'm sorry, of course I don't think you're a freak; it's just that you look like one."
Saladin Chamcha burst into tears.
Mrs. Sufyan, meanwhile, had been horrified by the sight of her younger daughter actually laying hands on the creature, and turning to the
没有评论:
发表评论