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A Brown Woman part 10
The storm was over. In the beech-tree opposite a wren was raising optimistic outcry. The sun had won his way through a black-bellied shred of cloud; upon the terrace below, a dripping Venus and...
A Brown Woman part 9
The other poet evinced an awkward comminglement of consternation and pity. “It appears that when this storm arose why, Mistress Drew was with a young man of the neighborhood a John Hewet – ”...
A Brown Woman part 8
Pope came more near to the mirror. “Make answer, you who have dared to imagine that a goddess was ever drawn to descend into womanhood except by kisses, brawn and a clean heart.Another peal...
A Brown Woman part 7
Pope went straight to his own rooms. As he came in there was a vivid flash of lightning, followed instantaneously by a crashing, splitting noise, like that of universes ripped asunder. He did not...
A Brown Woman part 6
“I have perpetrated certain jingles,” Pope returned. “I had not comprehended until to-day they are the only children I shall leave behind me. Eh, and what would you make of them, my dear, could...
A Brown Woman part 5
The dwarf gave a hard, wringing motion of his hands. The diamond Lord Bolingbroke’s gift which ornamented Pope’s left hand cut into the flesh of his little finger, so cruel was the gesture; and...
A Brown Woman part 4
“I love her,” Pope had said. Eh, yes, no doubt; and what, he fiercely demanded of himself, was he a crippled scribbler, a bungling artisan of phrases that he should dare to love this...
A Brown Woman part 3
Mr. Pope gesticulated with thin hands and seemed upon the verge of eloquence. Then he spoke unanswerably. “But I love her,” he said.John Gay’s reply was a subdued whistle. He, in common with the...