The Oyster Vol 01 Ch 02
The sultry day had ended with one of those wonderful sunset skies-with such gold as Cuyp himself never painted-though if truth be told both Pelham and myself were far too agitated to enjoy fully the beauties of nature. I cautioned my friend not to eat too hearty a meal. Somehow, we contained our impatience until the time came for us to wander through the cool of the old schoolrooms to our arranged meeting place. As we reached the bedroom door I could see Pelham trembling with...