That Imp Marcella [antikvár]

THAT IMP MARCELLA.CHAPTER I.A MISTAKE.FOR the third time a smooth, hard, olive-berry hit the bald spot on the top of Colonel Strangeways' head.' Eugh !' he ejaculated irritably, rising from his seat on the gnarled stem of an olive-tree, and peering round in search of an equally comfortable seat, by preference under a tree that had been already robbed of its olives. Really, he thought to himself, what with the heat, and the mosquitoes, and the ants climbing up from the ground, and the berries tumbling down from the trees, and Marcella yes, above all, Marcella-the south of France in summer was distinctly disagreeable.Finally, with many a grumble, the ColonelA