手机浏览器扫描二维码访问
Indoors; her manners regained the hauteur natural to a Roumanian Archduchess; and had she not shown a knowledge of wines rare in a lady; and made some observations upon firearms and the customs of sportsmen in her country; which were sensible enough; the talk would have lacked spontaneity。 Jumping to her feet at last; she announced that she would call the following day; swept another prodigious curtsey and departed。 The following day; Orlando rode out。 The next; he turned his back; on the third he drew his curtain。 On the fourth it rained; and as he could not keep a lady in the wet; nor was altogether averse to pany; he invited her in and asked her opinion whether a suit of armour; which belonged to an ancestor of his; was the work of Jacobi or of Topp。 He inclined to Topp。 She held another opinion—it matters very little which。 But it is of some importance to the course of our story that; in illustrating her argument; which had to do with the working of the tie pieces; the Archduchess Harriet took the golden shin case and fitted it to Orlando’s leg。
That he had a pair of the shapliest legs that any Nobleman has ever stood upright upon has already been said。
Perhaps something in the way she fastened the ankle buckle; or her stooping posture; or Orlando’s long seclusion; or the natural sympathy which is between the sexes; or the Burgundy; or the fire—any of these causes may have been to blame; for certainly blame there is on one side or another; when a Nobleman of Orlando’s breeding; entertaining a lady in his house; and she his elder by many years; with a face a yard long and staring eyes; dressed somewhat ridiculously too; in a mantle and riding cloak though the season was warm—blame there is when such a Nobleman is so suddenly and violently overe by passion of some sort that he has to leave the room。
But what sort of passion; it may well be asked; could this be? And the answer is double faced as Love herself。 For Love—but leaving Love out of the argument for a moment; the actual event was this:
When the Archduchess Harriet Griselda stooped to fasten the buckle; Orlando heard; suddenly and unaccountably; far off the beating of Love’s wings。 The distant stir of that soft plumage roused in him a thousand memories of rushing waters; of loveliness in the snow and faithlessness in the flood; and the sound came nearer; and he blushed and trembled; and he was moved as he had thought never to be moved again; and he was ready to raise his hands and let the bird of beauty alight upon his shoulders; when—horror!—a creaking sound like that the crows make tumbling over the trees began to reverberate; the air seemed dark with coarse black wings; voices croaked; bits of straw; twigs; and feathers dropped; and there pitched down upon his shoulders the heaviest and foulest of the birds; which is the vulture。 Thus he rushed from the room and sent the footman to see the Archduchess Harriet to her carriage。
For Love; to which we may now return; has two faces; one white; the other black; two bodies; one smooth; the other hairy。 It has two hands; two feet; two nails; two; indeed; of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other。 Yet; so strictly are they joined together that you cannot separate them。 In this case; Orlando’s love began her flight towards him with her white face turned; and her smooth and lovely body outwards。 Nearer and nearer she came wafting before her airs of pure delight。 All of a sudden (at the sight of the Archduchess presumably) she wheeled about; turned the other way round; showed herself black; hairy; brutish; and it was Lust the vulture; not Love; the Bird of Paradise; that flopped; foully and disgustingly; upon his shoulders。 Hence he ran; hence he fetched the footman。
But the harpy is not so easily banished as all that。 Not only did the Archduchess continue to lodge at the Baker’s; but Orlando was haunted every day and night by phantoms of the foulest kind。 Vainly; it seemed; had he furnished his house with silver and hung the walls with arras; when at any moment a dung–bedraggled fowl could settle upon his writing table。 There she was; flopping about among the chairs; he saw her waddling ungracefully across the galleries。 Now; she perched; top heavy upon a fire screen。 When he chased her out; back she came and pecked at the glass till she broke it。
Thus realizing that his home was uninhabitable; and that steps must be taken to end the matter instantly; he did what any other young man would have done in his place; and asked King Charles to send him as Ambassador Extraordinary to Constantinople。 The King was walking in Whitehall。 Nell Gwyn was on his arm。 She was pelting him with hazel nuts。 ‘Twas a thousand pities; that amorous lady sighed; that such a pair of legs should leave the country。
Howbeit; the Fates were hard; she could do no more than toss one kiss over her shoulder before Orlando sailed。
CHAPTER 3。
It is; indeed; highly unfortunate; and much to be regretted that at this stage of Orlando’s career; when he played a most important part in the public life of his country; we have least information to go upon。 We know that he discharged his duties to admiration—witness his Bath and his Dukedom。 We know that he had a finger in some of the most delicate negotiations between King Charles and the Turks—to that; treaties in the vault of the Record Office bear testimony。 But the revolution which broke out during his period of office; and the fire which followed; have so damaged or destroyed all those papers from which any trustworthy record could be drawn; that what we can give is lamentably inplete。 Often the paper was scorched a deep brown in the middle of the most important sentence。 Just when we thought to elucidate a secret that has puzzled historians for a hundred years; there was a hole in the manuscript big enough to put your finger through。 We have done our best to piece out a meagre summary from the charred fragments that remain; but often it has been necessary to speculate; to surmise; and even to use the imagination。
Orlando’s day was passed; it would seem; somewhat in this fashion。 About seven; he would rise; wrap himself in a long Turkish cloak; light a cheroot; and lean his elbows on the parapet。 Thus he would stand; gazing at the city beneath him; apparently entranced。 At this hour the mist would lie so thick that the domes of Santa Sofia and the rest would seem to be afloat; gradually the mist would uncover them; the bubbles would be seen to be firmly fixed; there would be the river; there the Galata Bridge; there the green–turbaned pilgrims without eyes or noses; begging alms; there the pariah dogs picking up offal; there the shawled women; there the innumerable donkeys; there men on horses carrying long poles。 Soon; the whole town would be astir with the cracking of whips; the beating of gongs; cryings to prayer; lashing of mules; and rattle of brass–bound wheels; while sour odours; made from bread fermenting and incense; and spice; rose even to the heights of Pera itself and seemed the very breath of the strident multi–coloured and barbaric population。
Nothing; he reflected; gazing at the view which was now sparkling in the sun; could well be less like the counties of Surrey and Kent or the towns of London and Tunbridge Wells。 To the right and left rose in bald and stony prominence the inhospitable Asian mountains; to which the arid castle of a robber chief or two might hang; but parsonage there was none; nor manor house; nor cottage; nor oak; elm; violet; ivy; or wild eglantine。 There were no hedges for ferns to grow on; and no fields for sheep to graze。 The houses were white as egg–shells and as bald。 That he; who was English root and fibre; should yet exult to the depths of his heart in this wild panorama; and gaze and gaze at those passes and far heights planning journeys there alone on foot where only the goat and shepherd had gone before; should feel a passion of affection for the bright; unseasonable flowers; love the unkempt pariah dogs beyond even his elk hounds at home; and snuff the acrid; sharp smell of the streets eagerly into his nostrils; surprised him。 He wondered if; in the season of the Crusades; one of his ancestors had taken up with a Circassian peasant woman; thought it possible; fancied a certain darkness in his plexion; and; going indoors again; withdrew to his bath。
An hour later; properly scented; curled; and anointed; he would receive visits from secretaries and other high officials carrying; one after another; red boxes which yielded only to his own golden key。 Within were papers of the highest importance; of which only fragments; here a flourish; there a seal firmly attached to a piece of burnt silk; now remain。 Of their contents then; we cannot speak; but can only testify that Orlando was kept busy; what with his wax and seals; his various coloured ribbons which had to be diversely attached; his engrossing of titles and making of flourishes round capital letters; till luncheon came—a splendid meal of perhaps thirty courses。
After luncheon; lackeys announced that his coach and six was at the door; and he went; preceded by purple Janissaries running on foot and waving great ostrich feather fans above their heads; to call upon the other ambassadors and dignitaries of state。 The ceremony was always the same。 On reaching the courtyard; the Janissaries struck with their fans upon the main portal; which immediately flew open revealing a large chamber; splendidly furnished。 Here were seated two figures; generally of the opposite sexes。 Profound bows and curtseys were exchanged。 In the first room; it was permissible only to mention the weather。 Having said that it was fine or wet; hot or cold; the Ambassador then passed on to the next chamber; where again; two figures rose to greet him。 Here it was only permissible to pare Constantinople as a place of residence with London; and the Ambassador naturally said that he preferred Constantinople; and his hosts naturally said; though they had not seen it; that they preferred London。 In the next chamber; King Charles’s and the Sultan’s healths had to be discussed at some length。 In the next were discussed the Ambassador’s health and that of his host’s wife; but more briefly。 In the next the Ambassador plimented his host upon his furniture; and the host plimented the Ambassador upon his dress。 In the next; sweet meats were offered; the host deploring their badness; the Ambassador extolling their goodness。 The ceremony ended at length with the smoking of a hookah and the drinking of a glass of coffee; but though the motions of smoking and drinking were gone through punctiliously there was neither tobacco in the pipe nor coffee in the glass; as; had either smoke or drink been real; the human frame would have sunk beneath the surfeit。 For; no sooner had the Ambassador despatched one such visit; than another had to be undertaken。 The same ceremonies were gone through in precisely the same order six or seven times over at the houses of the other great officials; so that it was often late at night before the Ambassador reached home。 Though Orlando performed these tasks to admiration and never denied that they are; perhaps; the most important part of a diplomatist’s dutie
冷血悍将 拍遍全网糊咖醉姐终于火了陈醉周望全集免费阅读 演讲论辩技巧 血色使命 冥仙未世 蹉跎岁月女人花 现在,发现你的优势 从八百只麻雀开始肝成神明 在中国做事(全文阅读) - 黄夏君 唯爱成神 重生后,真少爷回村带妻女发家致富 要塞-中世纪领主 销售人员职业教程 五胡烽火录 红色之翼 双子变变变 战锤:这不是草原争霸吗? 女性经理人打造术:跟王熙凤学管理 梨园往事 上门姐夫楚天舒乔诗媛最新更新章节免费阅读
有男主,偏种田文游戏系统突然来临,全球人民在线苟活意外死亡的莫可可,重生回到游戏之初这一世,莫可可发誓,自己一定要发愤图强,努力游戏,走上人生巅峰,做上农场主,包养小白脸。嘿嘿,不好意思,有点飘了。不过,那个大神,你真的要和在下一起玩吗?你真的叫程世嘉嘛?要知道,在莫可可的记忆里,谁要是能和大神程世嘉有那么一点半点的交情,那可都是说一不二,富得流油!看来重生一次,老天爷还真是对我莫可可不薄啊!!如果您喜欢末日游戏之全民种田,别忘记分享给朋友...
她是朝中重将的幺女,集万千宠爱于一身他是有异国血统的皇子,永无继位之可能。她原本性子娇纵跋扈,却因失足落水而记忆全无他看似洒脱身份尊贵,却因母族之恨活与夹缝之中。本该小心筹谋的一生,只因有你,芬芳四溢。卿如春风来,温香入满怀。本文无穿越无重生如果您喜欢卿如春风来,别忘记分享给朋友...
关于团宠妈咪又掉马了再婚当天,陆斯年收到前妻的贺礼萌娃一枚,外加头顶一片青青草原。四年后,陆斯年发誓要好好教训那个女人,然而,他前妻身边的另一个萌娃是怎么回事?棉棉妈咪,哥哥开演奏会啦!苏染快!打榜应援上热搜,我儿子是最棒的!演奏会现场。棉棉哥哥,人家是你的超级铁粉哦,么么哒。糖糖别爱我,没结果!你身边肤白貌美大长腿的姐姐还不错。陆斯年停止你的非分之想,她是我的!...
一场意外让苏浩获得无限转生的能力。但是谁能告诉他,为什么每次转生都活不过五岁?世界很危险,对儿童很不友好。苏浩定下了第一个小目标成年。我怎么可能连成年都做不到!苏浩在百万年的时光中,一次又一次的轮回,获取足够多的知识后,他找到了成神的方法。这是一个凡人的成神之路。或许你也可以!如果您喜欢我的成神日志,别忘记分享给朋友...
人美花心女作家VSLOL职业选手温欣,网络人气女作家,肤白貌美,又浪又撩。她向来是万花丛中过片叶不沾身,直到某天乖乖跳进某人的枷锁,浪女回头,千金难买。周衍,LPL高岭之花,冷情又禁欲,却没想到栽在一只狡猾的小白兔手里。LPL豪门战队来了一个运营助理,助理小姐姐人美心善,天真单纯,仿佛仙女一般的存在。然而队员们都不知道,助理小姐姐每天琢磨的都是怎么拐走他们的队长大人。温欣的日常OS今天要不要撩队长呢?不可一世的你,恰好是我的最爱。最高明的猎手,往往是以猎物的姿态出现。如果您喜欢电竞大神太高冷,想撩!,别忘记分享给朋友...
2011年的夏天,最后一个留洋球员离开德甲,此后五大联赛再无中国球员,如果按照现实的轨迹,要到整整7年半后才会有另一个全村的希望踏上西班牙的赛场。而在这个世界中,2011年的12月份,一个16岁的少年踏上了不列颠的土地,从此,一个传奇的故事正式拉开了帷幕。这是一个要成为世界第一的故事。如果您喜欢我要当世界第一,别忘记分享给朋友...