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THE LOST TRUMPET 129
appears to have a very bitter regard indeed”—and
I related the incident of his encounter with Huebsch,
Marrot and myself.
Pelagueya read on, a very lovely figure. I sat
and smoked and watched the tamed and clipped and
much bescrubbed Cairene scene—this part of the
life Cairene that for me has no attraction, this impinge¬
ment of the shoddy Western pleasure-seeker upon
the shoddy, imitative East. Pelagueya closed the
book and searched for cigarettes, and I made haste
to offer mine—the cheap native ones I had once
found so sickly and sweet. She made a comic moue
at them, shaking her head, and then reached for one
resolutely.
“Why shouldn’t I, I suppose ? They smoke worse
things in the Warrens—when they can afford to smoke
at all. . . . Anton.”
“Princess !”
“Strange how I love you to say that. . . . But
something else. You know that Oliver left me all
his money ?”
“I did not know it was all.”
“Every piastre—though I had to go to England
to settle some things. I’m a millionaire twice over;
so they told me.”
She fell into a muse, dark head down-bent, as
she told me that. And I also mused—on the twists
of chance. The money that the elder Gault had made
as a war-time profiteer in England—his son had
passed it by with a savage sneer on his dark, twisted
face, passed it by and gone restlessly and perhaps
appears to have a very bitter regard indeed”—and
I related the incident of his encounter with Huebsch,
Marrot and myself.
Pelagueya read on, a very lovely figure. I sat
and smoked and watched the tamed and clipped and
much bescrubbed Cairene scene—this part of the
life Cairene that for me has no attraction, this impinge¬
ment of the shoddy Western pleasure-seeker upon
the shoddy, imitative East. Pelagueya closed the
book and searched for cigarettes, and I made haste
to offer mine—the cheap native ones I had once
found so sickly and sweet. She made a comic moue
at them, shaking her head, and then reached for one
resolutely.
“Why shouldn’t I, I suppose ? They smoke worse
things in the Warrens—when they can afford to smoke
at all. . . . Anton.”
“Princess !”
“Strange how I love you to say that. . . . But
something else. You know that Oliver left me all
his money ?”
“I did not know it was all.”
“Every piastre—though I had to go to England
to settle some things. I’m a millionaire twice over;
so they told me.”
She fell into a muse, dark head down-bent, as
she told me that. And I also mused—on the twists
of chance. The money that the elder Gault had made
as a war-time profiteer in England—his son had
passed it by with a savage sneer on his dark, twisted
face, passed it by and gone restlessly and perhaps
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205191154 |
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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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