A Christmas Rose and Other Stories

It was in a desolate London lodging-house that Marietta’s courage gave way. In Italy she could live and be merry on the most frugal fare. A little polenta, a handful of grapes, and a piece of bread sufficed for a good meal. Not so in London; nor were there grapes or polenta even if she desired nothing else. The poor little heart needed nourishment against the gloom and harass of the great dull city. So she laid her head upon her brother’s breast in a fit of despair and wept bitterly.

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Rafbók: 15 november 2015