“Oh, very well. Since it is so valuable, what are you going to give me in exchange?”
I replied that a woman could give only one thing for so pretty a thought as that suggested by the rose.
“And that is?” he asked.
I drew his face toward mine and kissed him.
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LOIE FULLER AND ALEXANDRE DUMAS
Just at this moment Count Primoli took a snap-shot of us, a picture which I have never had the pleasure of owning. I have, however, something better than a picture. I have kept the rose.
Conversing with Dumas I learned from him some things about which I shall think as long as I live. One day, still with M. Poulle’s assistance as interpreter, we were speaking of La Dame aux Camélias and of the Demi-Monde and the character of the women who compose it. He then said something that I shall never forget:
“When we find one of God’s creatures in whom we perceive nothing good, the fault is perhaps in us.”
Another day I was driving two pretty Arab ponies that Dumas had bought for his grandchildren. We had reached the bottom of a hillock, and the horses were eager to climb it as quickly as they could.