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Portrait of Michael Arlen Michael Arlen The Red Book Magazine, Volume 44… (1925)

AS, over his coffee the next morning, the young Duke reflected on yesternight, he found himself enchanted by a gay memory. Oh, to be enchanted again, to be thrilled, to be exalted—and all, honest to God, by companionship! What fun there was in life when women didn't grow so damned familiar! And to be with Ava Lamb, he reflected gratefully, was to renew all the joy he'd once had of loving his wife, to renew to and to increase it, for wasn't he now older and wiser, wasn't he now wise enough really to appreciate enchantment?
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Portrait of Michael Arlen Michael Arlen The Red Book Magazine, Volume 44… (1925)

And the Duke whispered: “Don't talk of the stars, Ava Lamb! The stars make me think of all that is impossible.”
And up and down the broad avenue between the trees prowled the beasts of the cosmopolitan night, these with two great yellow eyes, those with one small red eye closely searching the ground. And in the middle distance the Seine shone like a black sword, and the horrible gilt creatures that adorn the Bridge of Alexander III were raised by the pale mercy of the night to the dignity of fallen archangels driving chariots to the sky.
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Portrait of Michael Arlen Michael Arlen The Red Book Magazine, Volume 44… (1925)

You do not believe I love you; you do not believe I know how to love; you think me the shallow, vain braggart that I have shown to you in the guise of myself until this moment. But I love you, Ava, more than life, more than honor itself. I love you, Ava, with all the youthful love I had for your sister increased a thousand times by the knowledge I now have of myself: for it by loving that men come to know themselves, and it is by knowing themselves in all humility that men can love with the depths of their hearts. Ava, I do love you terribly!
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