There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. Ah, no, I have it wrong. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. Fascination.
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