Winslow Homer The Fog Warning

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Would that be orchids or roses?’
BOTH.
Druto’s fingers twined sinuously, like eels in grease. ‘And I wonder if I could interest you in these marvellous sprays of Neroousa GIoriosa -‘ LOTS OF THEM.
‘And if Sir’s budget would stretch, may I suggest a single specimen of the
extremely rare -‘
YES.
‘And possibly -‘
YES. EVERYTHING. WITH A RIBBON.
When ‘That’s our De Luxe assortment,’ said the lady in the chocolate shop. It was such a highclass establishment that it sold, not sweets. but confectionery - often in the form of individual gold-wrapped swirly things that made even larger holes in a bank balance than they did in a tooth. The tall dark customer picked up a box that was about two feet square. On a lid like a satin cushion it had a picture of a couple of hopelessly cross-eyed kittens looking out of a boot.the shop bell had jangled the purchaser out, Druto looked at the coins in his hand. Many of them werecorroded, all of them were strange, and one or two were golden.‘Um,’ he said. ‘That will do nicely . . .’He became aware of a soft pattering sound.Around him, all over the shop, petals were falling like rain.AND THESE?