The seven days following the great Mediterranean hurricane were remembered by the domestic staff of Isle Saint-Obsidian as the *Week of the White Roses*. Under the gentle November sunshine, the ancient fortress seemed to shed centuries of martial gloom. Every morning at dawn, Madame Benoit had fresh vases of white Aegean sea-lilies and garden roses placed in the master penthouse and the music rotunda. The heavy security patrols on the…
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