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Updated: June 21, 2025
Without hesitating any longer, the king hastily opened the small side door, slipped through the silent hall and across the small anteroom, and knocked at the large and heavily-curtained door. A sweet female voice exclaimed, "Come in!" and the king immediately opened the door. A lady in deep mourning came to meet him, extending her hands toward him.
"Do you know," Paul replied, "that I have been so absorbed with the many strange things I have seen since my arrival that I have scarcely had time to think of food?" "But I told you that you would be expected to have a good appetite." "And I have. In fact, when I think of it, I am ravenous," he answered. "Then follow me," she said, leading the way toward a heavily-curtained door upon the right.
It was an imposing porticoed house at which we stopped, and the heavily-curtained windows gave every indication of wealth upon the part of this formidable Professor. The door was opened by an odd, swarthy, dried-up person of uncertain age, with a dark pilot jacket and brown leather gaiters. I found afterwards that he was the chauffeur, who filled the gaps left by a succession of fugitive butlers.
Phillips was ill at lodgings in Folkestone. She hoped that Joan, on her way back, would come to see her. She showed the telegram to her father. "Do you mind, Dad, if we go straight back?" she asked. "No, dear," he answered, "if you wish it." "I would like to go back," she said. Mrs. Phillips was sitting up in an easy chair near the heavily-curtained windows when Joan arrived.
Swiftly she sped out of the dark, heavily-curtained back parlor of the stylish boarding-house, and into her room, a gorgeous alcove apartment on the first floor. She could not mount the stairs on account of her weak spine. Weak spine? She forgot all about it as she paced the floor, angry tears gushing from her large brown eyes. It was shameful it was wicked to be so abused.
Come this way." Bertha and the lawyer entered the heavily-curtained, softly carpeted room. Their footsteps made no sound as they crossed the floor. The nurses withdrew and they approached the bedside. Bertha had ink and paper ready to hand. The lawyer held out his hand to Mrs. Aylmer.
He tried to brush away the impression of the tomb in the heavily-curtained chamber by thinking of the summer-morn outside; he spoke of it, the rosy sky, the dewy grass, the piping birds. She listened, as one hearing of a quitted sphere. Their breathing in common was just heard if either drew a deeper breath. At moments his eyes wandered and shut.
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