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At least his dark eyes met mine with intelligence; hers held only bewilderment and fear. "They are not ghosts," I said only. "But how can you be sure?" she persisted. Beneath the braid and the pomander lay the sheet of paper on which Desire had written weeks before; the first page of that composition now pouring gold into my hands. This I passed to Phillida. "Do ghosts write?" I queried.
Vane began to writhe under that terrible tongue, whose point hitherto had ever been turned away from him. "He intended to steal a march on us," said Pomander, dryly; "and, with your help, we steal one on him;" and he smiled maliciously on Mrs. Woffington. "But, madam," said Mr. Quin, "the moment you did arrive, I kept sacred for you a bit of the fat; for which, I am sure, you must be ready.
Take an ounce of Juniper, an ounce of Storax, half a dozen drops of the water of Cloves, six grains of Musk, a little Gum Dragon steept in water, and beat all this to paste, then roll it in little pieces as big as you please, then put them betwixt two Rose-leaves, and so dry them in a dish in an Oven, and being so dried, they will will burn with a most pleasant smell. To make Pomander.
She was dressed, it was true, in a bodice of scarlet taffeta with a black skirt, silver-buckled shoes, and a scented pomander ball dangling by a silver chain from her girdle, but her face was of the colour of the bark of the Scotch fir, while her strong nose and harsh mouth, with the two plaits of coarse black hair which dangled down her back, left no possible doubt as to her origin.
There was a horrible fascination in them all. He saw them at night, and they troubled his imagination in the day. The Renaissance knew of strange manners of poisoning poisoning by a helmet and a lighted torch, by an embroidered glove and a jewelled fan, by a gilded pomander and by an amber chain. Dorian Gray had been poisoned by a book.
"My wife!" cried Vane, trembling with anger and jealousy. "She here! and with this man?" "No!" cried Triplet. "With me, with me! Not with him, of course." "Boaster!" cried Vane, contemptuously. "But that is a part of your profession!" Pomander, irritated, scornfully drew from his pocket the ladies' joint production, which had fallen at his feet from Mrs. Woffington's hand. He presented this to Mr.
"No wonder, sir!" Pomander. "Few can so pass from the larva state of country squire to the butterfly nature of beau." Mabel. Pomander. "Changed! Transformed. He is now the prop of the 'Cocoa-Tree, the star of Ranelagh, the Lauzun of the green-room." Mabel. "The green-room! Where is that? You mean kindly, sir; but you make me unhappy." Pomander.
Yet, what was I to think? I was not sick or mad; and the Thing had come to me twice. I turned from the married lovers and made my way to the veranda, where I might be alone to consider the pomander whose perfume was like a diaphanous presence walking beside me.
He covered his face with his hands, and hissed out: "It is her favorite tune." "Aha!" said Pomander. "Follow me!" They crept up the stairs, Pomander in advance; they heard the signs of an Irish orgie a rattling jig played and danced with the inspiriting interjections of that frolicsome nation. These sounds ceased after a while, and Pomander laid his hand on his friend's shoulder.
You must set all that straight on your own terms, Mr. Triplet." "In a single morning all shall bloom again, sir! Whom would you wish them to resemble in feature? I have lately been praised for my skill in portraiture." "Oh!" said Pomander, carelessly, "you need not go far for Venuses and Cupids, I suppose?" "I see, sir; my wife and children. Thank you, sir; thank you." Pomander stared; Mrs.
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