The Turquoise Cup, and, the Desert by Arthur Cosslett Smith
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love to air my English speech, and, in my effort to speak it freely, I
sometimes speak it beyond license. Can you forgive me, my lord, and will you tell me how I can serve you?" "I came," said the Earl of Vauxhall, "to ask you if there is any way in which I can buy the turquoise cup." "I do not understand," said the cardinal. "The turquoise cup," repeated the earl. "The one in the treasury of St. Mark's." The cardinal began to laugh--then he suddenly ceased, looked hard at the earl and asked, "Are you serious, my lord?" "Very," replied the earl. "Are you quite well?" asked the cardinal. "Yes," said the earl, "but I am very uncomfortable." The cardinal began to pace up and down the balcony. "My lord," he asked, finally, "have you ever negotiated for the Holy Coat at Treves; for the breastplate of Charlemagne in the Louvre; for the Crown Jewels in the Tower?" "No," said the earl; "I have no use for them, but I very much need the turquoise cup." |
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