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Updated: May 28, 2025
And while she went to get it, I leant over the balcony-rail musing on that great difference in character between woman and woman, man and man. Humanity might almost be divided into those two great parts those who love and live in ideas; and those who love, and are wholly concerned with, material things. She came back in a moment with a basket swinging in her hand.
It pleased the stranger for a moment to trace a resemblance between the fallen fortunes of the Stuart Prince and his own fallen fortunes, as dethroned Dictator of the South American Republic of Gloria. 'London is my St. Germain's, he said to himself with a laugh, and he drummed the national hymn of Gloria upon the balcony-rail with his fingers.
Only on the north side in the upper room that desolate door would neither drop off to its rest nor be shut, but swung to and fro in the wind like a self-torturing soul. After a time children's voices echo once more through that house. Over the balcony-rail women's clothes are hung in the sun, a bird whistles from a covered cage, and a boy plays with his kite on the terrace.
Indeed, the literature of romance had inspired him with no small esteem of courtesans, if only their attitude was as it should be leaning pensively on the balcony-rail of their marble palace. What did shock him in the rapscallion architect's stories, what wounded his love without weakening it, was all the rather squalid elements these narratives implied in the actress's young days.
For hours this idle maiden balanced herself half over the balcony-rail in perusal of the people under her, and I suspect made love at that distance, and in that constrained position, to some one in the crowd.
He watched her, only because of that at first, but presently because he began to notice an unusual bustle on board. Men were moving rapidly about both on the lower and on the upper deck, were going here and there ceaselessly. One man swarmed up the long and bending mast. Another clambered over the balcony-rail into the stern. What did all this movement mean?
A fat swarthy-faced Greek in black frock coat and trousers, fez, and slippered feet gesticulated with his right arm like a pump-handle while he sat on the balcony-rail and bellowed orders to a crowd mixed of Armenians, Italians, Maltese, Syrians and a Turk or two, who labored with his bales of cotton goods below.
But after Christ's birth they began to grow smaller and smaller, and at length turned into emmets and vanished from the earth. The last I heard of them was a sad and serious little history, very different from the old legends. Part of it I was told by a hospital surgeon, of all people in the world. Part I learnt by looking at your beautiful gown last night, as you leant on the balcony-rail.
"Um-hm. But we haven't any tall pole in our yard, 'cept the flag-pole and that's on the roof." "No, we haven't any pole like the book shows, but we could hitch the wheat on our balcony-rail knobs and when the birds came down to get it, we could watch them from this window. See?" "Where'll you get the wheat?" "From the barn. Jud's got a lot of different kinds of grain out there."
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