The chapter is a part of my novel La Lune Blanche, Volume 2. The sequel of the story of the English boy of the name of Jocelyn Lindenridge and his foster-father Anthony Blanche. As for the title, do you remember this: “From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly ...
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