acrasia's

Updated: June 11, 2025

He is anxious to please his mistress." "Who neither sews, nor cooks, nor plants! What does she do?" "She pulls the roses," I said. "Come in." When we had entered the house he stared about him; then cried out, "Acrasia's bower! Oh, thou sometime Guyon!" and began to laugh. It was late afternoon, and the slant sunshine streaming in at door and window striped wall and floor with gold.

Mary Johnston - To Have and to Hold