The Widgett mental
furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised,
fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. Rumor in the Palazzo had it that her new doctor was a
powerful archbishop from the south who conducted
most of his dealings in secret. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity. She had never expected John
capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre
ideas. “Mr. But, feeling secure of
vengeance, he determined to abide his time. ‘You will not guess again?’
‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas. I had dreamt of the olive
grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated
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with as a boy. “I was sick of the make-believe. The girl is in it as deeply
as he is. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child.
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