Lost trumpet
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•y 8 THE LOST TRUA1PET
out to the two of us, looking up at her. The burnished
head bent towards us. Unalarmed, half-impatient,
half-amused, she said again : “Who is it ?”
Now at that I took off my hat and stepped forward
into the radiance of the corridor light. There was a
moment’s silence, and then, without cry or greeting,
her arms were around my neck.
“Anton Kyrilovitch !” And I felt my heart almost
cease from beating at sound of the sweet Russian
syllables. “Oh, Anton, I thought Cairo had lost and
mislaid you ! Wherever have you been and how did
you know I came back to-day ?”
I found I was holding her in my arms, as I had
never done, and the burnished hair was a miracle of
fine metallic weavings against my cheek, and I was
dizzy with the smell of lilac, and the reluctant gown
had yielded to me, as if happily, and with a sigh of
content, that curving beauty of breast and limb that
was Pelagueya. So, while she jerked out the questions,
we stood a moment, looking at each other mistily.
Then I had dropped my arms and Pelagueya hers.
She drew back a step. She laughed.
“Still the same Anton ! And do come in. Who’s
that with you ?”
I looked over my shoulder at the labourer.
Foolishly :
“He wants water.”
She gave a characteristic gurgle of laughter. “He
may have wine if he chooses. I’m so glad to see you.”
She called aloud : “Ibrahim !” and a native servant
came hurrying down the corridor. She motioned
out to the two of us, looking up at her. The burnished
head bent towards us. Unalarmed, half-impatient,
half-amused, she said again : “Who is it ?”
Now at that I took off my hat and stepped forward
into the radiance of the corridor light. There was a
moment’s silence, and then, without cry or greeting,
her arms were around my neck.
“Anton Kyrilovitch !” And I felt my heart almost
cease from beating at sound of the sweet Russian
syllables. “Oh, Anton, I thought Cairo had lost and
mislaid you ! Wherever have you been and how did
you know I came back to-day ?”
I found I was holding her in my arms, as I had
never done, and the burnished hair was a miracle of
fine metallic weavings against my cheek, and I was
dizzy with the smell of lilac, and the reluctant gown
had yielded to me, as if happily, and with a sigh of
content, that curving beauty of breast and limb that
was Pelagueya. So, while she jerked out the questions,
we stood a moment, looking at each other mistily.
Then I had dropped my arms and Pelagueya hers.
She drew back a step. She laughed.
“Still the same Anton ! And do come in. Who’s
that with you ?”
I looked over my shoulder at the labourer.
Foolishly :
“He wants water.”
She gave a characteristic gurgle of laughter. “He
may have wine if he chooses. I’m so glad to see you.”
She called aloud : “Ibrahim !” and a native servant
came hurrying down the corridor. She motioned
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Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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