The Queen of the Tambourine
“I dare say that you will have stayed some time in Kurdistan to await your jewellery. I was too sick for some time—sick at heart—to write about the end of that bizarre episode.
But perhaps now.
After finishing a letter to you, which I wonder if you will ever see, I walked out on to the doorstep to hand over the packet to the Kurd. Charles had brought over from across the road the little Victorian lacquer box from your bedroom mantelpiece, leaving, no doubt, a sad little gap among the pot...-pourri bowls, the enamel-faced clock, the patch-box that says “My love I’ll treat with kisses sweet.” Oh, DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THESE, Joan? Poor old Charles!
I poured the jewels out into a sacking coffee-bag from Harrods, with a drawstring, and, as I did so, Charles and Henry as one man rose and left. They did not speak to the Kurd as they stepped over him, holding out their briefcases before them as they went, talking nonchalantly together.MoreLess
But perhaps now.
After finishing a letter to you, which I wonder if you will ever see, I walked out on to the doorstep to hand over the packet to the Kurd. Charles had brought over from across the road the little Victorian lacquer box from your bedroom mantelpiece, leaving, no doubt, a sad little gap among the pot...-pourri bowls, the enamel-faced clock, the patch-box that says “My love I’ll treat with kisses sweet.” Oh, DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THESE, Joan? Poor old Charles!
I poured the jewels out into a sacking coffee-bag from Harrods, with a drawstring, and, as I did so, Charles and Henry as one man rose and left. They did not speak to the Kurd as they stepped over him, holding out their briefcases before them as they went, talking nonchalantly together.MoreLess
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