Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet No. 20 - Plot & Excerpts
Harvey found the Snorklepine in an ancient wooden chest that was about the size and shape of the ottoman her youngest took with him to college.It had been curled up under a neatly folded Union Jack, frayed and tattered at the edges, large enough to cover a casket. Old photographs: a young lancer, Regular Army, Boer War-era. Newspaper clippings; A “Mentioned In Dispatches” cutting, the dull crimson ribbon over the bronzed Maltese Cross. A portrait of Queen Victoria. Under all of this, the Snorklepine.He was maybe two feet tall, uncurled, but at the time his tiny feet were pulled up close to his round little body, somehow strangely reminiscent of both the porcupine and the wombat. He wore a bathrobe of some age; it had obviously been tailored to fit him. Spectacles dangled from the breast pocket on a thin gold chain, the lenses clouded with dust.His eyes fluttered. He blinked, once, twice. He coughed, a cloud of dust rising from the chest. His paws fluttered about before settling upon the pince-nez, and he slowly raised it to the bridge of his nose."Good day to you, madam,”
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