The White Wolf and Other Fireside Tales by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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Archbishop. Only the Queen of Ysselmonde sat at the table with her
wrists on the arms of her throne and her eyes looking out into the darkness, as though she caught some whisper of the bird's song. But the children knew that he sang for them, not for her; for he told of all the adventures of the day, and he told not as I am telling them, but so beautifully that the heart ached to hear. Yet his song was of two words only. "Young--young--young! Love love--love!"--the same words over and over. A courtier came staggering out from the banqueting-hall, and the bird flew away. The children standing by the fountain watched him as he found the water and dipped his face in it, with a groan. He was exceedingly drunk; but as he lifted his head he caught sight of them in the moonlight and excused himself. "In your Highnesses' honour," he assured them: "'been doing my best." "Poor man!" said Sophia. "But how loyal!" ENGLAND! At Madeira seven of us were added to the first-class passengers of the _Cambuscan_, homeward bound from Cape Town; and even so the company made a poor muster in the saloon, which required a hundred and seventy feet of hurricane-deck for covering. Those were days--long before the South African War, before the Jameson Raid even--when every ship carried out a load of miners for the Transvaal, and returned comparatively empty, |
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