Alas! : a novel . CHAPTER XIV. Presently they pass into the still, cloisteredgarden, in whose unmown grass - squaresgray-blue flowers are blowing, beside whosewalks pale pink peonies are flushing, andround whose well the grave rosemarybushes are set. Through the whole placeis an atmosphere of deep peace, of silence,leisure, dignity. It is virtually a tete-a-tete,as their tonsured guide, seeing their evidentharmlessness, has left them to their owndevices; and Mrs. Le Marchant has satdown to rest upon a camp-stool whichElizabeth has been carrying ever sincethey left the carriage. It has fidgeted
Alas! : a novel . CHAPTER XIV. Presently they pass into the still, cloisteredgarden, in whose unmown grass - squaresgray-blue flowers are blowing, beside whosewalks pale pink peonies are flushing, andround whose well the grave rosemarybushes are set. Through the whole placeis an atmosphere of deep peace, of silence,leisure, dignity. It is virtually a tete-a-tete,as their tonsured guide, seeing their evidentharmlessness, has left them to their owndevices; and Mrs. Le Marchant has satdown to rest upon a camp-stool whichElizabeth has been carrying ever sincethey left the carriage. It has fidgeted Jimto see her burdened with it; for let a manbe ever so little in love with a woman, his AMELIA. 223 tendency always is to think her as brittleas spun glass, to believe that any weight,however light, will bruise her arm—anypebble, however tiny, wound her tenderfoot. He has offered to relieve her of it,but she has refused—playfully at first—telling him she is sure that he will loseit ; and afterwards, when h
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