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CONTENTS PAGEPART IAT LOWER CHARLESWOOD 1PART IIFLAMBY IN LONDON 85PART IIITHE KEY 173TO THE SLAVES OF T… Mehr…

CONTENTS PAGEPART IAT LOWER CHARLESWOOD 1PART IIFLAMBY IN LONDON 85PART IIITHE KEY 173TO THE SLAVES OF THE POMEGRANATE, SONS OF ADAM AND DAUGHTERS OF EVE, WHODRINK AT THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE, THIS CHALICE IS OFFERED AS A LOVING-CUP.THE ORCHARD OF TEARSPART FIRSTAT LOWER CHARLESWOODIIt was high noon of a perfect summer's day. Beneath green sun blinds,upon the terrace overlooking the lawns, Paul Mario, having finished hislunch, lay back against the cushions of a white deck-chair and studiedthe prospect. Sloping turf, rose-gay paths, and lichened brick steps,hollowed with age, zigzagging leisurely down to the fir avenue, carriedthe eye onward again to where the river wound its way through verdantbanks toward the distant town.A lark wooed the day with sweet music. Higher and ever higher rose thelittle sun-worshipper, pouring out his rapturous hymn to Apollo.Swallows, who but lately had crossed the battlefields of southernEurope, glided around Hatton Towers, describing mystic figures in theair, whilst the high feeble chirping of the younger generation soundedfrom the nests beneath the eaves. Amid the climbing roses bees werebusy, their communal labours an object-lesson for self-seeking man; andalmost at Mario's feet a company of ants swarmed over the yet writhingbody of an unfortunate caterpillar, who had dropped from an apple-treeto fall a prey to that savage natural law of death to the weak. Theharsh voice of a sentinel crow spoke from a neighbouring cornfield, anda cloud of dusky marauders took the air instantly, and before the sharpcrack of the farmer's fowling-piece came to confirm the warning. In thehush of noon the tones of some haymakers at their patriarchal labours ina meadow beyond the stream were clearly audible--and the atmosphereconstantly vibrated with remote booming of guns on the Western front.Paul Mario was sufficiently distinguished in appearance to have been aperson of no importance. His virile, curling black hair had theraven's-wing sheen betraying remote Italian forebears, and for thatmatter there was in his entire cast of countenance and the poise of hisfine head something statuesquely Roman, Southern, exotic. His large butdeep-set eyes were of so dark a blue as very generally to pass forblack; and whilst in some moods they were soft and dreamy, in others,notably in moments of enthusiasm, they burnt darkly fierce in his paleolive face. In profile there was a certain resemblance to the Vaticanhead of Julius Caesar, save for the mouth, which had more gentle curves,and which was not unlike that of Dante; but seen full-face, and allowingfor the fact that Paul Mario was clean-shaven, the likeness of featureto the traditional Christ was startling. This resemblance is equallynotable in the face of Shakespeare. Digital Content>E-books>Myst & Thrill>Mystery>Mystery, SAP Digital >16<

ISBN: 2940013172692

CONTENTS PAGEPART IAT LOWER CHARLESWOOD 1PART IIFLAMBY IN LONDON 85PART IIITHE KEY 173TO THE SLAVES OF T… Mehr…

CONTENTS PAGEPART IAT LOWER CHARLESWOOD 1PART IIFLAMBY IN LONDON 85PART IIITHE KEY 173TO THE SLAVES OF THE POMEGRANATE, SONS OF ADAM AND DAUGHTERS OF EVE, WHODRINK AT THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE, THIS CHALICE IS OFFERED AS A LOVING-CUP.THE ORCHARD OF TEARSPART FIRSTAT LOWER CHARLESWOODIIt was high noon of a perfect summer's day. Beneath green sun blinds,upon the terrace overlooking the lawns, Paul Mario, having finished hislunch, lay back against the cushions of a white deck-chair and studiedthe prospect. Sloping turf, rose-gay paths, and lichened brick steps,hollowed with age, zigzagging leisurely down to the fir avenue, carriedthe eye onward again to where the river wound its way through verdantbanks toward the distant town.A lark wooed the day with sweet music. Higher and ever higher rose thelittle sun-worshipper, pouring out his rapturous hymn to Apollo.Swallows, who but lately had crossed the battlefields of southernEurope, glided around Hatton Towers, describing mystic figures in theair, whilst the high feeble chirping of the younger generation soundedfrom the nests beneath the eaves. Amid the climbing roses bees werebusy, their communal labours an object-lesson for self-seeking man; andalmost at Mario's feet a company of ants swarmed over the yet writhingbody of an unfortunate caterpillar, who had dropped from an apple-treeto fall a prey to that savage natural law of death to the weak. Theharsh voice of a sentinel crow spoke from a neighbouring cornfield, anda cloud of dusky marauders took the air instantly, and before the sharpcrack of the farmer's fowling-piece came to confirm the warning. In thehush of noon the tones of some haymakers at their patriarchal labours ina meadow beyond the stream were clearly audible--and the atmosphereconstantly vibrated with remote booming of guns on the Western front.Paul Mario was sufficiently distinguished in appearance to have been aperson of no importance. His virile, curling black hair had theraven's-wing sheen betraying remote Italian forebears, and for thatmatter there was in his entire cast of countenance and the poise of hisfine head something statuesquely Roman, Southern, exotic. His large butdeep-set eyes were of so dark a blue as very generally to pass forblack; and whilst in some moods they were soft and dreamy, in others,notably in moments of enthusiasm, they burnt darkly fierce in his paleolive face. In profile there was a certain resemblance to the Vaticanhead of Julius Caesar, save for the mouth, which had more gentle curves,and which was not unlike that of Dante; but seen full-face, and allowingfor the fact that Paul Mario was clean-shaven, the likeness of featureto the traditional Christ was startling. This resemblance is equallynotable in the face of Shakespeare. Digital Content>E-books>Mystery>Mystery>Mystery, SAP Digital >16<

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