Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul; in ye,though long parched by the dead drought of the earthy life, in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover.
A reconstructed and expanded landmark 1870’s town house with exceptional attention to craft processes and traditional materials.
The object of the ceremony was clear to me; in another moment Dejah Thoris would be joined forever to the Prince of Zodanga. It was an impressive and beautiful ceremony, I presume, but to me it seemed the most fiendish sight I had ever witnessed, and as the ornaments were adjusted upon her beautiful figure and her collar of gold swung open in the hands of Than Kosis.