Seekers In Sicily Being A Quest For Persephone By Jane And Peripatetica Done Into The Vernacular

Author : Elizabeth Bisland Wetmore
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230419329
Total Pages : 74 pages
Book Rating : 4.4/5 (193 download)

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Download or read book Seekers in Sicily; Being a Quest for Persephone by Jane and Peripatetica written by Elizabeth Bisland Wetmore and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 74 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER II A Nest Of Eagles "So underneath the surface of To-day Lies yesterday and what we call the Past, The only thing which never can decay." Trustfully and sleepily Jane and Peripatetica, in the icy starlight of La Cava, boarded the express of European de Luxe. Drowsy with the long day's rush through the wind, they believed that the train's clatter would be a mere lullaby to dreams of golden temples and iris seas and "the glory that was Greece." No robbers or barbarians nearer than defunct corsairs crossed their imaginings; the hoodoo had faded from mind, shaken off by the glorious swoop of Berliet, and they supposed it left behind at Naples, clinging batlike under the gaudy frescoes of Room 13 to descend on other unwary travellers. Half of their substance had been paid to the Compagnie Internationale des Wagon Lits for this night's rolling lodging, and they begrudged it not, remembering that it entitled their fatigue to the comforts of a room to themselves in all the vaunted superior civilization and decencies of a European compartment car. Presenting their tickets in trusting calm they prepared to follow the porter to a small but cosy room where two waiting white beds lay ready for their weary heads. But the Hoodoo had come on from Naples in that very train. Compartments and beds there were, but not for them. The porter led on, and in a toy imitation of an American Pullman, showed them to a Lilliputian blue plush seat and a ridiculous wooden shelf two feet above that pretended it could unfold itself into an upper berth. This baby section in the midst of a shrieking babble of tongues, a suffocation of unaired Latin and Teutonic humanity, was their compartment room, "a vous seules, Mesdames!" telegraphed for to Rome and made over to...