But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and
addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near
Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously,
exercised a powerful effect upon him. They were childless and servantless, and they had
reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. ”
“Fame!”
“Isn’t it? ‘I’ve not seen your play, Mr. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted
maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented
itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for
many women it is a lost paradise. She went to the post-office and drew out and sent off her money to Ramage. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if
she looked it. ’
‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what
Pottiswick thought. ”
“I am afraid I have not been very nice,” she said sadly. ”
Her heart had warmed toward him. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing
himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. They were silent for a time. . She gave up as he finished, spending himself in
her mouth.
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