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The air is soft and balmy. It is one of those warm winter days when there is scarcely a breath of cool air. Above the walls of the gardens may be seen orange trees and lemon trees full of golden fruit. Ladies are walking slowly across the sand of the avenue, followed by children rolling hoops, or chatting with gentlemen.
Their cottage stood on a little hill a short way from the village, which lay in a valley; such a pretty valley, shaped like a cup, with plenty of green fields and gardens, and fruit trees; it was a pleasure just to look at it.
Yet with remorse and abasement strove the defiant impulse to pluck and eat forgetful of this world and the next the royal fruit so fairly held to his lips! For herein fails the divinity of nature, she can minister as well to man's depravity as to his exaltation; which could not happen were she one with God.
It is a graceful compliment for a gentleman during a visit to bring flowers, fruit, books, or confectionery occasionally to the hostess, and a lady friend will be gratefully remembered if she is kind to the children. If a gift is made, it must be to the hostess, or if there are several children, to the youngest.
One day there was a whispering among the listeners, which resulted in the smallest of them saying boldly, "Marie-Louise says your papa must have been a very bad man." "What!" cries Madelon, jumping off the high stool on which she had been seated. This little scene took place during the hour of recreation, when the children ate their luncheon of bread and fruit.
One thing at least reason may discern: that a man but partly chooses, he also partly forms, his helpmate; and he must in part deserve her, or the treasure is but won for a moment to be lost. "Love," he wrote, "is not an intuition of the person most suitable to us, most required by us; of the person with whom life flowers and bears fruit.
We crept through the garden scented with late flowers and sunny fruit, we passed through the gate I had so often gazed at from the easy-chair, and were in the busy vineyard; great baskets lay on the grass already piled nearly full of purple and yellow grapes.
Elinor busied herself serving the wash-day dessert into china saucers. It was made of slices of cake soaked in fruit juice and spread with jam. "When there is cream in the house, it adds of course," observed the doctor with some pride over his success as a cook. "The flavor's delicious," observed Miss Campbell, testing a small piece daintily on the edge of her spoon. "It's bully," exclaimed Ben.
"Are you that man," he asked at last, and got the reply: "I am Jehan the Hunter." "Bid my fellows attend to yon scum," he told his squire. "The camp marshal will have fruit for his gallows. The sweepings of all Europe have drifted with us to England, and it is our business to make bonfire of them before they breed a plague.... See to the wounded man, likewise.
Passing their time in misery and in expectation of fruit, they always ask themselves in anxiety, 'Shall these come out of the womb safely? Shall these live after birth? Shall they grow in might and be objects of regard on earth?
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