‘She gave me four
separate identities for herself, you must know, including Prudence, before I
managed to get at her real name. ’
‘She?’ scoffed Martha. "
"Excuse me, Madam," replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and
sinking into a chair: "Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles. It’s like this: You want freedom. The house had in fact been converted into a convent,
but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed
in this part of town. She had pushed
aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand
at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded,
enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the
Taschhorn and Dom. Undraw the
curtain, love," she added to Thames, "that I may look at you. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards
was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust.
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