Albert Moore A Venus painting

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Church; Brideshead came up for a night; the heavy wheels stirred and the small wheels spun. Everyone was exceedingly sorry for Lady Marchmain, whose brothers’ names stood in letters of gold on the war memorial, whose brothers’ memory was fresh in many breasts. She came to see me and, again, I must reduce to a few words a conversation which took us from Holywell to the Parks, through Mesopotamia, and over the ferry to north Oxford, where she was staying the night with a houseful of nuns who were in some way under her protection.
‘You must believe,’ I said, ‘that when I told you Sebastian was not drinking, I was telling you the truth, as I knew it.’
‘I know you wish to be a good friend to him.’