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Alphonse Maria Mucha La Dame aux Camelias painting
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hands shaken in swift succession by a deputation of their hosts. “I bid you welcome to the land of Bellorius,” said their spokesman.
His name, he told them with a neat bow, was Arturo Fe; his rank Doctor of Bellacita University; but there was nothing academic in his appearance. Rather, Scott-King thought, he might be a slightly ageing film actor. He had thin, calligraphic moustaches, a hint of sidewhisker, sparse but well-ordered hair, a gold-rimmed monocle, three gold teeth, and neat, dark clothes.
“Madam,” he said, “gentlemen, your luggage will be cared for. The motor-cars await you. Come with me. Pas? Papers? Do not give them a thought. Everything is arranged. Come.”
At this stage Scott-King became aware of a young woman standing stolidly among them. He had taken notice of her in London where she had towered some six inches above the heads of the crowd.
“I come,” she said.
Dr. Fe bowed. “Fe,” he said.
hands shaken in swift succession by a deputation of their hosts. “I bid you welcome to the land of Bellorius,” said their spokesman.
His name, he told them with a neat bow, was Arturo Fe; his rank Doctor of Bellacita University; but there was nothing academic in his appearance. Rather, Scott-King thought, he might be a slightly ageing film actor. He had thin, calligraphic moustaches, a hint of sidewhisker, sparse but well-ordered hair, a gold-rimmed monocle, three gold teeth, and neat, dark clothes.
“Madam,” he said, “gentlemen, your luggage will be cared for. The motor-cars await you. Come with me. Pas? Papers? Do not give them a thought. Everything is arranged. Come.”
At this stage Scott-King became aware of a young woman standing stolidly among them. He had taken notice of her in London where she had towered some six inches above the heads of the crowd.
“I come,” she said.
Dr. Fe bowed. “Fe,” he said.
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