handwriting.
handwriting. Been corresponding with him for years. Oh, I’ve no doubt the Director’s signature was genuine enough. Never catch a Sfondrati-Piccolomini in outright forgery! And so what? The man must sign twenty letters like that a day. He’s not much better than a parvenu, the Director, and he knows full well that if he’s to take his place at the summit of Ozarine society he’s got to develop a reputation as a Patron of the Arts. It’s part of the plutocrat ritual.”
Gwendolyn was still frowning, that amazing frown. And it’s odd, looking back after all these years, how my life went off course so early. Can’t say as I regret it, mind you. But still, it’s odd. A young man’s heart is supposed to be caught by a young girl’s eye, or the smile on her lips, or the curve of her neck, or the toss of her hair.
At that very moment a faint sound was heard. Wolfgang held up his hand, motioning us silent. He pressed his ear to one of the holes
Gwendolyn was still frowning, that amazing frown. And it’s odd, looking back after all these years, how my life went off course so early. Can’t say as I regret it, mind you. But still, it’s odd. A young man’s heart is supposed to be caught by a young girl’s eye, or the smile on her lips, or the curve of her neck, or the toss of her hair.
At that very moment a faint sound was heard. Wolfgang held up his hand, motioning us silent. He pressed his ear to one of the holes