Only don't go back to
that England, that school. No, that is stupid.'
Again there was a pause. He was afraid to ask her outright to go with
him, he was not even quite sure he wanted her; and she was afraid to be
asked. He begrudged his own isolation, was VERY chary of sharing his
life, even for a day.
'The only other place I know is Paris,' she said, 'and I can't stand
that.'
She looked with her wide, steady eyes full at Loerke. He lowered his
head and averted his face.
'Paris, no!' he said. 'Between the RELIGION D'AMOUR, and the latest
'ism, and the new turning to Jesus, one had better ride on a carrousel
all day. But come to Dresden. I have a studio there--I can give you
work,--oh, that would be easy enough. I haven't seen any of your
things, but I believe in you. Come to Dresden--that is a fine town to
be in, and as good a life as you can expect of a town. You have
everything there, without the foolishness of Paris or the beer of
Munich.'
He sat and looked at her, coldly.
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