12/47 Eagles when they roost are heavy-lidded and clumsy. She wondered if there was a corner on the globe he had not peered into. For thirty years he had been the slave of cables and telegrams. Even now he was preparing to return to the Balkans, where the great fire had started and where there were still some threatening embers to watch. He played the game because he loved it, being comfortably fortified with worldly goods. |