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Updated: September 14, 2025
For love of Damaris, his daughter, while still in the heat of his prime, he had foresworn all traffic with women. Yet now, along with the tacitly admitted claims of the son, arose the claim of the mistress, mother of that son in no sensual sort, but with a certain wildness of bygone romance, wind and rain-swept, unsubstantial, dim and grey.
The guard inquired respectfully, as the porter put our new luggage in the racks, whether we had everything we wanted. The toy locomotive blew its toy whistle, and we were off for the north; past dingy, yellow tenements of the smoking factory towns, and stretches of orderly, hedge-spaced rain-swept country.
The rain-swept deserted streets made a curious appeal to Paul that night an appeal to something in his mood that was feverish and unquiet, that first had stirred in response to an apparently chance remark of Thessaly's and that had sent him out to seek Flamby in despite of the weather and the late hour.
"Twice you have saved me from death, you have paid my debts, and have been stanch to us both in our troubles. And " The effort was beyond me, and I glanced appealingly at Dolly. "And it is to you, dear Jack," she finished, "it is to you alone that we owe the great joy of our lives." Her eyes were shining through her tears, and her smile was like the sun out of a rain-swept sky.
The cab turned a corner, and instantly they were in a wide and rain-swept street, long and straight, and lined with reserved houses, that shrank back from the publicity of the passing traffic at the end of narrow alleys protected by iron gates.
There were moss-grown lower slopes, and waterfalls plunging down wet ledges from the loins of rain-swept majesty; pine trees looming blue through a soft gray fog, and winds whispering to them, weeping to them, moving the mist back and forth again; shadows of clouds and eagles lower yet, moving silently on sunny slopes.
"They may be good friends, and if so, I'm glad; but they are nothing more than that. There is no 'understanding' between them." Moran carelessly waved his hand in the direction of the rain-swept street, illuminated now and then by the lightning. "Ask any one in Crawling Water." "That sounds well, but it's impracticable, even if I wanted to do it. I prefer to draw my own conclusions."
Leaning back in the cushioned gloom, inert, impassive, with her eyes half-closed, she seemed to be drifting through an eddying veil of gray. The voices so close beside her sounded thin and far off. An impression of unreality clung to her, an impression that she was floating through an empty and rain-swept world from which all life and warmth had withered. "It's not her I want it's Durkin!"
All of which to Doggie, the unsophisticated, would have seemed ridiculous, had it not been so tragic. He couldn't reconcile the beautiful letter, written in faultless handwriting and impeccable French, with the rain-swept girl on the escarpment. What did she mean? What had come over her? But the ways of Jeannes are not the ways of Doggies.
I look out from this vine-wreathed veranda under the branches of a stone pine; I see wide and far across a purple valley whose sides are terraced and set with houses of pine and ivory, the Gulf of Liguria gleaming sapphire blue, and cloud-like baseless mountains hanging in the sky, and I think of lank and coaly steamships heaving on the grey rollers of the English Channel and darkling streets wet with rain, I recall as if I were back there the busy exit from Charing Cross, the cross and the money-changers' offices, the splendid grime of giant London and the crowds going perpetually to and fro, the lights by night and the urgency and eventfulness of that great rain-swept heart of the modern world.
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