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At that he pulled on his clothes and ran out as fast as he could to the garden gate. The sun was not yet high, the dew thick everywhere, and for a minute or two everything was very silent. He looked about him eagerly but could see no fox, yet there was already joy in his heart. Then while he looked up and down the road, he saw his vixen step out of the copse about thirty yards away.
Out of an upper window Du Chayla and his men lowered themselves into the garden by means of knotted sheets; some escaped across the river under the bullets of the insurgents; but the archpriest himself fell, broke his thigh, and could only crawl into the hedge. What were his reflections as this second martyrdom drew near?
Give two of the pieces to your wife, two to your mare, and the other two to the plant in the garden." The cobbler did exactly what the fish had told him to do, such was the faith he had in its words.
And he remembered the garden hat with the orange band. Half-way back she set down her load, straightened her back, and glanced at the upper part of the house. The sight of the partly-opened window and the white figure now drawn back a little into the room seemed to fill her with rage.
On the roads and in the gardens lay uprooted trees and many slightly-built houses which had been blown down, while the tents in the strangers' quarter, and hundreds of light palm-thatched roofs, had been swept away. The Regent was returning to Thebes, and with him went Ameni, who desired to ascertain by his own eyes what mischief the whirlwind had done to his garden in the city.
It was about an old woman who lived long ago in Devonshire, who loved tulips and planted her garden full of them, and tended them with great care because they seemed to her so beautiful. After the old woman died some extremely practical persons came to live in her house and they considered it very foolish to grow tulips for their beauty when the garden might be turned to practical account.
The extremity of the choir, and the spot formerly occupied by the altar, were alone covered by the remains of the roof. Wheelbarrows, rakes, spades, and other garden tools were piled there. The Marquise had to take refuge in the midst of this rubbish, in the narrow space, and her companion followed her. The storm, in the mean time, increased in violence.
"I'd rather stay," she said, and then gazed, with that melancholy stare through her large spectacles that always irritated Jeremy, out across the garden. "I'm all right," he said again; "only my stocking tickles, and I can't get at it it's the back of my leg. I say, Mary, don't you hate the Dean's Ernest?"
The little Ulysses climbing on the knees of his father's guest, coaxing for a taste of the red wine, and spilling it as he starts at the unusual taste; or that other most beautiful picture of him running at Laertes's side in the garden at Ithaca, the father teaching the boy the names of the fruit-trees, and making presents to him of this tree and of that tree for his very own, to help him to remember what they were called; the partition wall of three thousand years melts away as we look back at scenes like these; that broad, world-experienced man was once, then, such a little creature as we remember ourselves, and Laertes a calm, kind father of the nineteenth century.
The gardening fever seized upon the Willis family and the girls sped home from school to dig and plant and rake and hoe. They recklessly promised Winnie a vegetable garden back of the garage and risked a late frost to jab onion and radish and lettuce seeds into the patch, Peter Cooper, the handy man, spaded up for them.
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