A Rose of Yesterday
9781465556325
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Library of Alexandria
Overview
I wonder what he meant by it, said Sylvia, turning again in her chair, so that the summer light, softened and tinted by the drawn blinds, might fall upon the etching she held. My dear, answered Colonel Wimpole, stretching out his still graceful legs, leaning back in his chair, and slowly joining his nervous but handsome hands, nobody knows. He did not move again for some time, and his ward continued to scrutinize Dürer’s Knight. It was the one known as 'The Knight, Death, and the Devil,' and she had just received it from her guardian as a birthday present. But people must have thought a great deal about it, said Sylvia, at last. There must be stories about what it means. Do tell me. I'm sure you know
