Noughts and Crosses - Stories, Studies and Sketches by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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roses, glowing under a transparent skin. It was Aeson renewed and
thankless; and he sat on, devouring my substance. Now having probed my weakness, and being satisfied that I no longer dared to turn him out, he, who had half-imposed his native tongue upon us, constraining the household to a hideous jargon, the bastard growth of two languages, condescended to jerk us back rudely into our own speech once more, mastering it with a readiness that proved his former dissimulation, and using it henceforward as the sole vehicle of his wishes. On his past life he remained silent; but took occasion to confide in me that he proposed embracing a military career, as soon as he should tire of the shelter of my roof. And I groaned in my chamber; for that which I feared had come to pass. He was making open love to my wife. And the eyes with which he looked at her, and the lips with which he coaxed her, had been mine; and I was an old man. Judge now between me and this guest. One morning I went to my wife; for the burden was past bearing, and I must satisfy myself. I found her tending the plants on her window-ledge; and when she turned, I saw that years had not taken from her comeliness one jot. And I was old. So I taxed her on the matter of this Stranger, saying this and that, and how I had cause to believe he loved her. "That is beyond doubt," she answered, and smiled. "By my head, I believe his fancy is returned!" I blurted out. |
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