The one I have is a duplicate. Her slender
throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and
upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. I am apparently a beast, a pig and an
imbecile, too, if memory serves me. . Her
companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest
mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black
sheath by his side. ’
She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the
insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions. I was once a disciple of
Saint Peter myself, and speak from experience. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and
his grip tightened on her hand. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain.
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