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Updated: May 29, 2025
She smoothed the gay patchwork quilt, seemed to feel something underneath, and the next moment pulled out the hidden volume, which was bound, as the bookseller's advertisements phrased it, in "half calf, neat, marbled sides." One stern glance she gave the two red-faced culprits, and, opening the book, read out in a voice that was in itself an impeachment, "The Adventures of Alonzo and Amaryllis!"
Amaryllis Ardayre's large grey eyes opened in a puzzled way. She was on her honeymoon in Paris at a party at the Russian Embassy, and until now had accepted things and not speculated about them. She had lived in the country and was as good as gold.
As they advanced on the plain, they discovered what the haze had prevented their seeing at early dawn, that the plain was covered with a variety of beautiful flowers, of the amaryllis and other tribes, and with the hills of ants and ant-eaters' holes, which latter were very dangerous to the horses.
He slowed suddenly, having seen his expected by-road a little way ahead. "I'm turning back to the left here," he explained. "Look back as I swing, and see if they're in sight." "Not a sign," said Amaryllis.
"I care not for those ladies Who must be wooed and prayed; Give me kind Amaryllis, The wanton country-maid." Town-maids too of the same pattern. Whether in town or country, give me the girls that work. The Girls That Work! But evidently it is high time woe began a new chapter. Yes, I blush to admit it, my First Love was a housemaid.
"It is a vain shadow; no wonder that he disquiets himself in vain." "Alas! what boots it with incessant care To strictly meditate the thankless Muse; Were I not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?" MILTON'S Lycidas. It is settling, as it were, a debtor and creditor account with the past, before we plunge into new speculations.
And across the lake Amaryllis was saying to Verisschenzko in her soft voice, deep as all the Ardayre voices were deep: "I have brought you here so that you may get the best view of the house. I think, indeed, that it is very beautiful from over the water, do not you?" Verisschenzko remained silent for a moment.
Melchard seized her by the elbows, cruelty and joy making in his countenance a horrible mixture of emotion. With his face close to hers, he said: "Oh, yes, I'll go soon! That tawny hair of yours, Amaryllis, is splendidly voluptuous against your skin of live, creamy satin. I long to run my fingers into its meshes."
His right foot caught Melchard between jaw and shoulder, shooting him supine and headlong upon the polished floor until his head hit the corner of the stone kerb about the hearth; while the left knee simultaneously struck the cockney, who fell, with Dick's crouching weight full upon him, heavily to the ground; and Amaryllis, fear forgotten, leaning over the rail, heard at the same moment, but as separate sounds, the blow of the under man's head upon the boards and that of Dick's right fist on its left jaw.
Amaryllis came up to London the following week to say good-bye to John, so Verisschenzko did not go down to Ardayre to see her. John's leave-taking was characteristic. He could not break through the iron band of his reserve, he longed to say something loving to her, but the more deeply he felt things the greater was his difficulty in self-expression.
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