Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
at once. Poor Pobble, all shrunk like a mummy. Beasts!”
Basil sat and Barbara wriggled round until her chin rested on his knees. “Famine baby,” she said. Star-sapphire eyes in the child-like face under black tousled hair gazed deep into star-sapphire eyes sunk in empty pouches. “Belsen atrocity,” she added fondly. “Wraith. Skeleton-man. Dear dug-up corpse.”
“Enough of this flattery. Explain yourself.”
“I told you I was bored. You know what Malfrey’s like as well as I do. Oh the hell of the National Trust. It’s not so bad in the summer with the charabancs. Now it’s only French art experts—half a dozen a week, and all the rooms still full of oilcloth promenades and rope barriers and Aunt Barbara in the flat over the stables and those ridiculous Sothills in the bachelors’ wing and the height of excitement a pheasant shoot with lunch in the hut and then nothing to eat except pheasant and ... Well, I registered a formal complaint, didn’t I?, but you were too busy starving to pay any attention, and if your only, adored
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