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the adoration in that white room! He saw, too, a vision of the past, when Noel herself had been the sleeping babe within her mother's arm, and he had stood beside them, wondering and giving praise. It passed with its otherworldliness and the fine holiness which belongs to beauty, passed and left the tormenting realism of life. Ah! to live with only the inner meaning, spiritual and beautified, in a rare wonderment such as he had experienced just now!
His alarum-clock, while he knelt in his narrow, monkish little room, ticked the evening hour away into darkness. And still he knelt, dreading to come back into it all, to face the world's eyes, and the sound of the world's tongue, and the touch of the rough, the gross, the unseemly. How could he guard his child? How preserve that vision in her life, in her spirit, about to enter such cold, rough waters? But the gong sounded; he got up and went downstairs.
But this first family moment, which all had dreaded, was relieved, as dreaded moments so often are, by the unexpected appearance of the Belgian painter. He had a general invitation, of which he often availed himself; but he was so silent, and his thin, beardless face, which seemed all eyes and brow, so mournful, that all three felt in the presence of a sorrow deeper even than their own family grief. During the meal he gazed silently at Noel. Once he said: `You will let me paint you now, mademoiselle, I hope?' and his face brightened a little when she nodded. There was never much talk when he came, for any depth of discussion, even of art, brought out at once too wide a difference. And Pierson could never avoid a vague irritation with one who clearly had spirituality, but of a sort which he could not understand. After dinner he excused himself, and went off to his study. Monsieur would be happier alone with the two girls! Gratian, too, got up. She had remembered Noel's words: `I mind him less than anybody.' It was a chance for Nollie to break the ice.

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He saw, too, a vision of what is past, when Noel herself had been what is sleeping babe within her mother's arm, and he had stood beside them, wondering and giving praise. It passed with its otherworldliness and the fine holiness which belongs to beauty, passed and left what is tormenting realism of life. Ah! to live with only what is inner meaning, spiritual and beautified, in a rare wonderment such as he had experienced just now! His alarum-clock, while he knelt in his narrow, monkish little room, ticked what is evening hour away into darkness. And still he knelt, dreading to come back into it all, to face what is world's eyes, and what is sound of what is world's tongue, and what is touch of what is rough, what is gross, what is unseemly. How could he guard his child? How preserve that vision in her life, in her spirit, about to enter such cold, rough waters? But what is gong sounded; he got up and went downstairs. 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