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Then, after strolling aimlessly elsewhere, on sea or land, visiting friends no matter whom or where he would return to Nepenthe to indulge his genius to the full in the vintage bacchanals. He owned a small plantation that lay high up, among the easterly cliffs of the island. It produced that mountain wine which was held to be the best on Nepenthe.
An evening paper lay upon the marble top of the table, and carelessly taking it up, Soames, hitherto lost in imaginings, was now reminded that for more than a week he had lain in ignorance of the world's doings. Good Heavens! how forgetful he had been! It was the nepenthe of the catacombs.
He did his best to console the gifted artist who was fed, henceforward, on lobsters, decorated with the order of the Golden Vine, and would doubtless have been ennobled after death, had the Prince not predeceased the sculptor. Such, briefly, is the history of Saint Dodekanus, and the origin of his cult on Nepenthe.
For whatever the cause may be whether internal fires have scorched up the natural humours of the soil, or whether the waters of Nepenthe are of such peculiar heaviness that, instead of flowing upwards in the shape of fountains, they tumble downwards into caverns below the sea the fact remains: Nepenthe is a waterless land.
She was known, in briefest space of time, as "the cormorant," as "prime streaky," as "Jumbo," as "the phenomenon" and, by those who understood the French language, as the "BALLON CAPTIF." The "BALLON CAPTIF." . . . How things got about, on Nepenthe! Somehow or other, this odious nickname reached her lover's ears.
You can go mad there indeed that country, with its vast plains and trackless forests, seems to have been especially created for the purpose of running amok. But this island is really too small; there are so many glass windows and babies about don't you think so, gentlemen?" "Nepenthe is certainly a small place, Mr. Keith."
"Ah!" said the Duchess, "that wonderful ANDANTE CON BRIO!" Then, as the strains grew louder, she whispered to Don Francesco upon a subject which had always puzzled her. "I would be glad to learn," she said, "why our parliamentary representative, Commendatore Morena, has never yet visited Nepenthe. Surely it is his duty to show himself now and then to his parishioners constituents, I mean?
Our bishop is a dear old man, though not exactly what you would call a liberal," he added, with a laugh. "That is as it should be, is it not? We like our elders to be conservative. They counteract the often violent modernism of the youngsters. Is this your first visit to Nepenthe?" "It is. I have heard much about the beauty of the place." "You will like it. The people are intelligent.
Heard slept badly that night, for the first time since his arrival on Nepenthe. It was unbearably hot. And that visit to Mrs. Meadows had also troubled him a little. The Old Town looked different on this occasion. A sullen death-like stillness, a menacing stagnation, hung about those pink houses. Not a leaf was astir under the burning sirocco sky.
Both will make man happy. Why not use both? 'It is poison! 'It is the nepenthe, as I told Hypatia, whereof she was twaddling mysticism this morning. Drink, child, drink! I have no mind to put you to sleep to-night! I want to make a man of you, or rather, to see whether you are one! And she drained another cup, and then went on, half talking to herself
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