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Updated: May 7, 2025
Even as my mistress had suspected, they were cached under the eaves, snuggled close against the huge dormer-window looking out upon the gardens; laid by for a convenient moment to get them out of Newport, and then back to England for Fiametta. And what a gorgeous collection they were!
How I loved to say that words were more beautiful than the things for which they stood, and that the names of the world's beautiful women, Sappho, Fiametta, Guinivere, were more beautiful than Sappho, Fiametta, Guinivere themselves; that the names of the stars were lovelier than any star who has ever found the Pleiades so beautiful as their name, or any king so great as the sound of Orion? and what, anywhere in the Universe, is lovely enough to bear Arcturus for its name?
'You have accused me of a fearful crime a crime of which I am innocent and I'd rather work in a factory, or become a shop-girl in a department store, than stay longer in a house where such painful things have happened. Result, next Tuesday Fiametta de Belleville comes to me as my maid."
If Fiametta de Belleville is the woman I take her for she'll stay right here as if nothing had happened, but of course not at Mrs. Gaster's." "Where then?" I asked. "With Mrs. A. J. Van Raffles," replied Henriette. "The fact is," she added, "I have already engaged her. She has acted her part well, and has seemed so prostrated by the unjust suspicion of the world that even Mrs.
"You don't understand," said Henriette. "It wasn't the maid so much as the woman that startled me, Bunny. You can't guess who she was." "How should I?" I demanded. "She was Fiametta de Belleville, one of the most expert hands in our business. Poor old Raffles used to say that she diminished his income a good ten thousand pounds a year by getting in her fine work ahead of his," explained Henriette.
Oh, she's Fiametta de Belleville all right, and we must get her." "What for to rob you?" "No," returned Henrietta, "rather that we but there, there, Bunny, I'll manage this little thing myself. It's a trifle too subtle for a man's intellect especially when that man is you." "What do you suppose she is doing here?" I asked. "You silly boy," laughed Henriette. "Doing? Why, Mrs. Gaster, of course.
Dog-collars of diamonds, yards of pearl rope, necklaces of rubies of the most lustrous color and of the size of pigeons' eggs, rings, brooches, tiaras everything in the way of jewelled ornament the soul of woman could desire all packed closely away in a tin box that I now remembered Fiametta had brought with her in her hand the day of her arrival.
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