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Updated: June 24, 2025
Mademoiselle Verbena in the house of this great and respectable novelist was one of them; for she was a Levantine, born at Port Said of a Suez Canal father and a Suez Canal mother. Now, nobody can desire to say anything against Port Said.
This here everlastin' is one of these here Christians that's so busy thinkin' 'bout dyin' that he fergits to live." Miss Viny chuckled as she crumbled the dry flower in her fingers. "See how different this is," she said, plucking a sprig of lemon- verbena.
Greyne was touched to the quick by this allusion, which brought, as in a vision, the happy home in Belgrave Square before him. "You are an angel!" he exclaimed. Mademoiselle Verbena shook her head. "And this poor Ouled, you will go to her again? "Yes. It seems that she is in communication with all the the well, all the odd people of Algiers, and that one can only get at them through her."
No sudden recipient of a dazzling, drenching shower of wealth was ever more exalted than was Verbena, once in possession of "my legacy." Until the Rev. Eliot Wilmot's posthumous blessing descended upon her, the Wilmots lived together in comparative peace and loving kindness.
Her magnificent hair, arranged with far more care than usual, was wound in many a heavy braid around her head, while, half-hidden amid the silken bands, and drooping gracefully behind one ear, was a single white rose-bud, mingled with scarlet blossoms of verbena; the effect adding greatly to her beauty.
The delicate white verbena, the pure feverfew, mignonette, sweet geranium, white myrtle, the rich-scented heliotrope, were mingled with the late-blossoming damask and purple roses; no yellow flowers, no purple, except those mentioned; even the flaunting petunia, though white, had been left out by the nice hand that had culled them.
"Marigolds and larkspur and mignonette; phlox and lad's love, rosemary, lavender, and verbena, and many another that you'll not guess till the time comes for blossoming." "Lad's love grew in my garden once," sighed Evelina, after a little. "It was sweet while it lasted oh, but it was sweet!" She spoke so passionately that the Piper gathered the underlying significance of her words.
Her precious flower-pot was in her window with its fragrant verbena, and I gave her the crystal cross again, telling her where I had found it, and she held it a moment and said, "Some day it will be buried with me. But I must do something to feel as if I deserved it. You know it comes to me like a token out of the sea of glass like unto crystal, where they stand that overcome!
Along the inside wall of the great room, placed at regular intervals, were consol tables bearing tall oriental jars and huge bowls of fine porcelain, filled with potpourri; so that the scent of dried rose leaves, bay, verbena, and many spices impregnated the air. The place was, in short, a museum.
"We think it was Thomas," he said. Mademoiselle Verbena looked at him steadily for a moment, then she cried: "God bless you, monsieur!" Mr. Greyne was startled by the abruptness of this pious ejaculation. "Why?" he inquired. "You are a good man. You, at least, would not condescend to insult a friendless woman by unworthy suspicions. And madame?" "Mrs. Greyne" stammered Mr.
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