Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 317: what you’re looking at

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CoLiBRI 299 “The way they go glittering round these roses and stat- ues is quite the loveliest sight I ever saw,’ avowed Tom. “So I said to Dick one day. He nodded. ° Pugnacious little devils. I like to see ’em fight.’ But you know Dick affects a sort of callousness?”’ “And is really full of bitterness?” “Oh, he has some very fine qualities.” They lingered, reveling in the exquisite beauty of the spot. No foreshadowings fell upon the spirit of either. Nor was there, anything to suggest that this diamond pool would have the pull of a planet on one man’s destiny. That very morning, as they were descending a precipi- tous path through “Scotland,” they saw coming along on a lower plateau — in the “turn-row”’ of a cane-field — the sedan chair. After a while it passed them. The glass doors were closed, as if this Barbados January were winter. he in- mate was quite invisible. The two Ebos stalked by like automata. l’om had hoped to get a glimpse of one who had applauded the “street singer.”’ ‘Whose turnout is that?”’ he asked ironically. De la Jonquiére looked a little reserved. “That’s the Princess Oczakoff.” “A Russian?” “She’s an Irishwoman who married a Russian prince.”’ They sat down in a little grove to rest, and the young nobleman told Tom the creepy story of the Princess Oczakoff. With which we have not to do. But in con- clusion he told Tom about the lady’s letter to “the Mar- quis of Carabas”’; and how, day after day, at sunset, she had been brought down the mountain in the sedan to the street in Bridgetown where Tom had always taken his stand to sing. “The roads are so steep up there — her place is on Mount Hillaby — that she’s obliged to be “brought up by hand,’ as she says. You know she has not walked a step in years. Not since!” GOMIGaOO cS (EO)