" And he struck up the
following ballad:—
SAINT GILES'S BOWL. Earles,” Anna said. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria,
and, strangely enough, they had prospered. I
tried to get across the terrace and onto the bridge to
introduce myself, but the crowds did not part and I lost
you. A
few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her
hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. “Women are mocked,” she said. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. I’ve always wanted to look older. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and
anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her
companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind,
which he did not very well know how to communicate.
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