Michael Arlen

Michael Arlen

Summary

Portrait of Michael Arlen Michael Arlen The Sheik of Alabam (1924)

But all that is ancient history, and what has ancient history to do with Denys, he who stood on the lawn before the Villa Corydon and called out the name of Madeleine, that she should come out and play tennis with him? The hard court lay beside the villa like a cloth of pink silk between the white and yellow cascades of myrtle and mimosa; and far below curved the pretty bay of Cannes, as blue as the blue of a doll’s eyes, and across the bay loitered the yachts with ivory-white sails....
“Madeleine! Oh, Madeleine! Denys, your lover, is calling you!”
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Portrait of Michael Arlen Michael Arlen The Sheik of Alabam (1924)

You simply can’t marry a man like me, a thief. And I’ve been a thief ever since the war, Madeleine. I got reckless after you thought again about marrying me. I’ve simply lived on stolen pearls, Madeleine though, God knows, so many people wear Teclas nowadays. And it was I who took that brooch the last time Mrs. Lyon gave a party. So, you see, Madeleine, you can’t marry a thief.”
Softly they danced, softly, and each stared at the invisible thing over the other’s shoulder, which is the modern way.
“Denys, my Denys! I shall marry the man I love, my Denys!”
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Portrait of Michael Arlen Michael Arlen The Sheik of Alabam (1924)

NOW it is the way with people who play tennis like grim archangels that when they have ceased playing they instantly look as though they had been thinking of something else all the time. That, anyhow, is how Denys and Madeleine looked as they walked up the gentle slope from the tennis-court to the lawn—where, in the meanwhile, had blossomed a table set with the silver, china and napery of tea.
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