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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title: The Prophet of Berkeley Square Author: Robert Hichens Release Date: April 3, 2006 [EBook #2463] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PROPHET OF BERKELEY SQUARE *** Produced by Dagny; Emma Dudding THE PROPHET OF BERKELEY SQUARE By Robert Hichens CHAPTER I MRS.
MERILLIA IS CARRIED TO BED The great telescope of the Prophet was carefully adjusted upon its lofty, brass-bound stand in the bow window of Number One Thousand Berkeley Square.
It pointed towards the remarkably bright stars which twinkled in the December sky over frosty London, those guardian stars which always seemed to the Prophet to watch with peculiar solicitude over the most respectable neighbourhood in which he resided.
The polestar had its eye even now upon the mansion of an adjacent ex-premier, the belt of Orion was not oblivious of a belted earl’s cosy red-brick home just opposite, and the house of a certain famous actor and actress close by had been taken by the Great Bear under its special protection. The Prophet’s butler, Mr.
Ferdinand--that bulky and veracious gentleman--threw open the latticed windows of the drawing-room and let the cold air rush blithely in.
Then he made up the fire carefully, placed a copy of Mr.
Malkiel’s _Almanac_, bound in dull pink and silver brocade by Miss Clorinda Dolbrett of the Cromwell Road, upon a small tulip-wood table near the telescope, patted a sofa cushion affectionately on the head, glanced around with the meditative eye of the butler born not made, and quitted the comfortable apartment with a salaried, but soft, footstep. It was a pleasant c...

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