THE GREEN GOD’S PAVILION
Copyright, 1920, by
Frederick A. Stokes Company
All rights reserved, including that oftranslation into foreign languages.
Trembling in a fervor of joy the girl confrontedit. Everybody in the excitement of arrival was trying to crowd her awayfrom the packed railing of the vessel, but she managed to get herglimpse of that magic reality—one of those golden far Easterncities that she had dreamed of all her life on the other side of theworld. Its glittering towers and domes, bursting out of the garden ofthe equator, pointed to a sky clear enough to be heaven itself. Herelong ago East and West had first gloriously mingled; once this city ofgolden galleons had commanded all the cities of the Pacific. To so manya conquistador it had been the end of the rainbow! To the girl gazingout on its fiercely sunlit walls it held the secret of the future.
In the launches skurrying up alongside the vessel, Juliesaw the eager, expectant faces straining for a glimpse of friends orkin. As she looked down, this new universe seemed suddenly to sit onher head like a red-hot ball. She felt a moment’s stifling senseof its weight. This was the world to which she had come, seeking aplace. Those towers and domes, piercing glittering space like swordsand scimitars, appeared suddenly to intimate that some special passportwas needed to enter this world. And she had not lived long enough inthe universe to feel at home anywhere [2]she might be. Her detachedexistence under her uncle’s roof, always out of touching distancewith the family, had engendered that feeling of isolation. She had beena superfluous personality, outside the magic cir