Farewell Nikola: Chapter 14

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Chapter fourteen of Fair World Nicola by Guy Boothby this
LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter fourteen. Next day,
much to Galaghatty's sorrow, we suddenly brought our stay in
Venice to a conclusion and set off for Paris. The
Queen of the Adriatic had lost her charm for us,

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and for once in our lives, we were not sorry
to say good bye to her. The train left the station,
crossed the bridge to the mainland, and was presently speeding
on her way across Europe. Ever since the morning, Miss
Trevis's spirits had been steadily improving. She seemed to have
become her old self in a few hours, and Glenbarth's

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delight was beautiful to witness. He had been through a
good deal, poor fellow, and deserved some recompense for him.
We'd been upwards of an hour upon our way when
my wife made a curious remark. Oh, good gracious, she said,
in a hurry to get away, we've quite forgotten to
say good bye to doctor Nichola. I saw Miss Trevor

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give a little shudder. Do you know? She said? I
had such a curious dream about him last night. I
dreamt that I saw him standing in the courtyard of
a great building on a mountain side. He was dressed
in a stray sort of yellow gown, not unlike that
worn by the Buddhist priests, and was worn almost to
a shadow, and looked very old. He approached me, and,
taking my hands, said something that in the commonplace light

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a day doesn't seem to have much sense in it,
but I know it affected me very much at the time.
What was it, I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
It was this, she answered, Remember that I have forgiven.
It is for you to forget. What could he have meant?
Since it is only a dream, it's impossible to say,

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observed my wife, and thus saved me the danger of
attempting a solution. To bring my long narrative to a conclusion,
I might say that the Duke and Miss Trevor were
married last May. They spit the honeymoon yachting to the
West Indies. Some one proposed that they should visit Venice. Indeed,
the Earl of Sellingbourne, who had lately purchased the palace

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Leovichy and had furnished it by the way from the
Tottenham Court Road place it at their disposal. From what
I have been told, I gather he was somewhat ill
pleased because his offer was not accepted. When the wind
howls around the house at night, and the world seems
very lonely, I sometimes try to picture a monastery on

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a mountain side, and then in my fancy I see
a yellow roube, mysterious figure whose dark, searching eyes look
into mine with a light that is no longer of
this world, to hear my cry Farewell Niccola. End of
chapter fourteen. End of Farewell Nicoler, recorded by Peter Keeble, Nottingham,

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United Kingdom,