七月 19, 2020 Meanwhile the mortal frame that had so throbbed and suffered for his sake, lay there lonely and neglected. Strangers’ hands had composed it decently; a stranger’s roof sheltered it. It was to lie in a stranger’s grave. Only one woman came and stood beside the couch in the sunny parlour, and looked on the dead shape with eyes full of compassionate tears; and, before going away, laid some sprays of fern and delicate hothouse blossoms on the quiet breast, and fastened there a curl of 杭州最好的spa会所 light hair. The hair had been cut jestingly from Algernon Errington’s head when he was a school-boy, and then put away and forgotten for years. It now lay above his dead wife’s heart. “She was so fond of him, poor soul!” said the compassionate woman. It was Minnie Bodkin.
