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Updated: May 5, 2025
A double front door, with panels, scrolled with rude carving, opened right and left into the portly building, which, in the tout ensemble, looked like a New England gentleman of the olden time, in his cocked hat, and hair done up in a queue. These were the houses built "when George the Third was King." In these were born the men of the American Revolution.
The fluted columns; the elegantly-chiselled lintels; the broad, scrolled window-frames; the exactly-moulded arches; the massive steps leading to the deep, vaulted entrance, with its doors of sombre and highly-polished walnut; and its bold style of architecture, so grand in its outlines, all invest it with a regal air.
A gate of old Florentine scrolled iron opened suddenly upon a blaze of yellow in all the shades from the orange velvet of the wallflower through the shaded saffron of azalias and a dozen tints of tulip to the palest primrose and jonquil.
Always as they rode the two talked gaily, in glad anticipation of the marvels they would certainly see, of the pleasures they would surely find, and of the delightful adventures that without doubt awaited them. So at last they arrived at the city gate, which was a gate all scrolled and patterned with precious gems.
An oblong room divided in the middle crosswise by two fluted pillars of pink-stained marble, light, delicately capped, and very graceful between the pillars a segmental arch between the walls and the pillars square ties; the wall above the pillars elaborately scrolled; three curtains of woollen stuff uniformly Tyrian dyed filling the open places the central curtain drawn to the pillars, and held there by silken ropes richly tasselled the side curtains dropped; a skylight for each division of the room, and under each skylight an ample brazier dispensing a comfortable degree of warmth; floor laid in pink and saffron tiles; chairs with and without arms, some upholstered, all quaintly carved to each chair a rug harmoniously colored; massive tables of carven wood, the tops of burnished copper inlaid with blocks of jasper, mostly red and yellow on the tables murrhine pitchers vase-shaped, with crystal drinking goblets about them; the skylights conical and of clear glass; the walls panelled, a picture in every panel, and the raised margins and the whole space outside done in arabesque of studied involution; doors opposite each other and bare; such was the reception-room in the town-house of the Princess Irene arranged for the winter.
Bert listened dazedly, in the shabby old parlour with the scrolled flowery carpet, and the statues, and the square piano. He comforted Miss Augusta, he even put one arm about her. Was there something he could do? he asked the forlorn, empty question merely as a matter of course. "I don't suppose yo' could send some telegrams..." Miss Augusta said, blowing her nose damply.
It was love-in-a-mist one of those illumined pages of Life, where every word and smile, and every light touch they gave each other were as little gold and red and blue butterflies and flowers and birds scrolled in among the text a happy communing, without afterthought, which lasted thirty-seven minutes. They reached the coppice at the milking hour.
It was Moby Dick's open mouth and scrolled jaw; his vast, shadowed bulk still half blending with the blue of the sea. The glittering mouth yawned beneath the boat like an open-doored marble tomb; and giving one sidelong sweep with his steering oar, Ahab whirled the craft aside from this tremendous apparition.
Through and through; through every plank and each rib, it thrilled for an instant, the whale obliquely lying on his back, in the manner of a biting shark slowly and feelingly taking its bows full within his mouth, so that the long, narrow, scrolled lower jaw curled high up into the open air, and one of the teeth caught in a row-lock.
They proceeded into the gathering dusk and presently sat together on a marble seat under an ilex, so near the entrance that none might arrive without their knowledge. Presently Ernesto came and turned on an electric bulb that hung over the scrolled iron work of the outer gate. Then they were alone again, and the woman threw off all shadow of reserve and restraint.
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