The Astonishing History of Troy Town by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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--the effect of which upon strangers has been known to be paralysing, though we who were _cumeelfo_ pretended not to notice it. But Sophy could also accompany her own songs, such as, "Will you love me then as now?" and "I'd rather be a daisy," with much feeling. She was clever, too, with the water-colour brush, and to her we owe that picture of "_ H.M.S. Calypso_ in a Storm," which hangs to this day over the Admiral's mantelpiece. I could dwell on this evening for ever; not that the company was so large as usual, but because it was the last night of our simplicity. With the next morning we passed out of our golden age, and in the foolishness of our hearts welcomed the change. It was announced to us in this manner-- The duets had been beaten out of Miss Limpenny's piano--an early Collard, with a top like a cupboard, fluted in pink silk and wearing a rosette in front; the performers, on retiring, had curtseyed in acknowledgment of the Vicar's customary remark about the "Three Graces "; the Admiral had wrung from his double-bass the sounds we had learnt to identify with elfin merriment (though suggestive, rather, of seasick mutineers under hatches), and our literary collector, Mr. Moggridge, was standing up to recite a trifle of his own--"flung off"--as he explained, "not pruned or polished." The hush in the drawing-room was almost painful--for in those days we all admired Mr. Moggridge--as the poet tossed back a stray lock from his forehead, flung an arm suddenly out at right angles to his person, and began sepulchrally-- |
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