Sweet Piracy
“The lady thus addressed lifted her head, assuming a severe expression, though a twinkle lingered in her dove-gray eyes. “I’ll do no such thing. You are supposed to be memorizing the poem I gave you, my dear Estelle.”
“Oh, I did that ages ago.” The young lady kneeling on the floor with her skirts spread around her looked up with an engaging grin. Clutching the book in her lap, she rattled off the first canto of Childe Harold. When she began on the second, her older sister Amélie, seated on a rattan chair on the other side, put her hands over her ears.
“Don’t, please don’t!” she begged.
Estelle came to a halt, one hand flung out in a theatrical gesture. Cocking her head to one side she asked, “Does it upset you, Amélie? I mean all that about the ‘wild sea-mew’ and the ‘billow’s rage’? I know you didn’t precisely enjoy your sea voyage home from France with Mam’zelle Caroline, but it has been over six months. Surely you are not going to have a megrim over such a silly thing as a few lines... from a poem?”MoreLess
“Oh, I did that ages ago.” The young lady kneeling on the floor with her skirts spread around her looked up with an engaging grin. Clutching the book in her lap, she rattled off the first canto of Childe Harold. When she began on the second, her older sister Amélie, seated on a rattan chair on the other side, put her hands over her ears.
“Don’t, please don’t!” she begged.
Estelle came to a halt, one hand flung out in a theatrical gesture. Cocking her head to one side she asked, “Does it upset you, Amélie? I mean all that about the ‘wild sea-mew’ and the ‘billow’s rage’? I know you didn’t precisely enjoy your sea voyage home from France with Mam’zelle Caroline, but it has been over six months. Surely you are not going to have a megrim over such a silly thing as a few lines... from a poem?”MoreLess
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