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And other memories ineffaceable: the first sight of the sea-girt City of Pearl through a fairy veil of haze; the windy approach to the lovely island over the velvety soundless brown stretch of sand; the weird majesty of the giant gate of bronze; the queer, high-sloping, fantastic, quaintly gabled street, flinging down sharp shadows of aerial balconies; the flutter of coloured draperies in the sea wind, and of flags with their riddles of lettering; the pearly glimmering of the astonishing shops.
Another picturesque thing about the Palazzo Publico is a great stone balcony quaintly wrought, about midway in the front and high aloft, with two arched windows opening into it.
This quaintly charming manor of minute dimensions was a tangible, habitable abode in 1333, but for generations after appears to have fallen into desuetude. A mill grew up on the site, and again the walls of a chateau obliterated the more mundane, work-a-day mill. The Duc de Bourbon restored the whole place in 1826 that it might serve him and his noble friends as a hunting-lodge.
A delegation of the members came to Moscow, and were quaintly housed in a huge room in the Metropole, where they had put up beds all round the walls and big tables in the middle of the room for their deliberations. It was in this room that I saw Volsky first, and afterwards in my own.
Westminster came first, and they wandered all over it and saw as much as the conditions of war had left for the public to see. Faith's Chapel, the tomb of the Confessor, and so on. She made odd comments. In St. Faith's she said: "I don't say many prayers, Peter, but here I couldn't say one." "Why not?" he demanded. "Because it's too private," she said quaintly.
"I should think not." Welton smiled quaintly. "Don't you know when you're licked?" "Licked, hell!" said Orde. "We've just begun to fight." "What can you do?" "Get that bridge span out of there, of course." "How?" "Can't we blow her up with powder?" "Ever try to blow up iron?" "There must be some way." "Oh, there is," replied Welton. "Of course take her apart bolt by bolt and nut by nut."
Her hands were thrust boyishly into the pockets of her white coat, and there was an air of austere earnestness about her that sat quaintly, charmingly upon her youth. He loved the businesslike simplicity of her dress the dark, tailored skirt and white silk shirt immaculate expressive of her real ability, an accustomed wealth. Money. That lay at the root of everything.
"You would not have deserted me then, Captain?" "That is not the kind of a marlinespike I am," replied the Captain quaintly. "I'd have got you out of Salem jail, unless it is a good deal stronger than the Boston one." "Thank you, Captain, but I am glad there was no need of your trying." "You heard of course that Captain Alden was off, and Master and Mistress English?"
I wondered very quaintly what he would say, when, in a few days, he heard of the failure of John Meavy & Co. for three millions of dollars. A gold dollar! "Eh, bien, Monsieur! I shall not dwell upon it. Enough, we were ruined. I had played my grand coup, and lost. For myself, nothing. But John Meavy! Oh, Monsieur, I could not think!
I would die a death for every petal of that rose." Beatrice began to laugh very daintily, and spread out her pretty palms. "This Florence is a very nest of nightingales," she said, softly; and then she added, quaintly, "You talk like a poet." I heard Dante sigh heavily as he answered her fancy. "I would I were a poet, for then my worship would have words which now shines dumbly in my eyes."
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