”
There was a shout of laughter. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?"
"I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting
from his grasp. I like the way you shared it. She withdrew her head
with a little moan, and resumed her flight. May I do so to-day?”
“It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. Gifts came from Florence: rubies and emeralds, a
beautiful statue of Santa Maria for their garden grotto, a
gorgeous silk tapestry of a hunting scene that alone made
the price of her dowry look paltry. She
brought Sebastian’s chloroformed rag up to his face with
her right. There was the same airy grace of movement, the
same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. There are some islands upon which he is not permitted to land any more. The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which
the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark.
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