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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
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Sir Max Beerbohm
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Long
stood
the
Duke
gazing,
immobile.
One
thing
alone
ruffled
his
deep
inward
calm.
This
was
the
thought
that
he
must
presently
put
off
from
him
all
his
splendour,
and
be
his
normal
self.
The
shadow
passed
from
his
brow.
He
would
go
forth
as
he
was.
He
would
be
true
to
the
motto
he
wore,
and
true
to
himself.
A
dandy
he
had
lived.
In
the
full
pomp
and
radiance
of
his
dandyism
he
would
die.
His
soul
rose
from
calm
to
triumph.
A
smile
lit
his
face,
and
he
held
his
head
higher
than
ever.
He
had
brought
nothing
into
this
world
and
could
take
nothing
out
of
it?
Well,
what
he
loved
best
he
could
carry
with
him
to
the
very
end;
and
in
death
they
would
not
be
divided.
The
smile
was
still
on
his
face
as
he
passed
out
from
his
room.
Down
the
stairs
he
passed,
and
“Oh,”
every
stair
creaked
faintly,
“I
ought
to
have
been
marble!”
And
it
did
indeed
seem
that
Mrs.
Batch
and
Katie,
who
had
hurried
out
into
the
hall,
were
turned
to
some
kind
of
stone
at
sight
of
the
descending
apparition.
A
moment
ago,
Mrs.
Batch
had
been
hoping
she
might
yet
at
the
last
speak
motherly
words.
A
hopeless
mute
now!
A
moment
ago,
Katie’s
eyelids
had
been
red
with
much
weeping.
Even
from
them
the
colour
suddenly
ebbed
now.
Dead-white
her
face
was
between
the
black
pearl
and
the
pink.
“And
this
is
the
man
of
whom
I
dared
once
for
an
instant
hope
that
he
loved
me!”--it
was
thus
that
the
Duke,
quite
correctly,
interpreted
her
gaze.
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