linked image back linked image back MADEMOISELLE AT ARMS Elizabeth Bailey © 2011 by Elizabeth Bailey All rights reserved. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her hand. ” There was a shout of laughter. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of love. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. . He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. "Where is he?" he cried. “She is living there now,” she remarked. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr.