The Patagonia

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. The houses were dark in the August night and the perspective of Beacon Street, with its double chain of lamps, was a foreshortened desert. The club on the hill alone, from its semi-cylindrical front, projected a glow upon the dusky vagueness of the Common, and as I passed it I heard in the hot stillness the click of a pair of billiard-balls. As «every one» was out of town perhaps the servants, in the ext