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These riverside colonies, thrown out so rapidly by the metropolis, have no colonial look. We cannot associate the idea of a new settlement with rich turf, graveled walks and large trees devoid of the gaunt and forlorn look suggestive of their fellows' having been hewn away from their side.
A night or two later, as the judge, who had spent the evening at Colonel Harbison's, came to his own gate, he saw a slouching figure detach itself from the shadows near his front door and advance to meet him midway of the graveled path that led to the street. It was Joe Montgomery. "Well, my man!" said the judge, with some little show of sternness. "I suppose you received my message?"
The professor put his hands to his head, and the squares, escaping his arm, were blown from the steps and fluttered upon the graveled embankment. The little girl saw them fall and ran forward to secure them. He did not see her.
The moon was shining bright when Gregory reached the Lang cottage. Pausing on the graveled walk to reef in his vest, he walked up the steps and fumbled about for the bell. Dickie welcomed him at the door. "I hardly knew you in those clothes," she began. "They do make a difference, don't they?" Gregory pulled his coat closer about him and agreed that they did.
Patsy left him, still looking after her in a puzzled fashion; and with quickening steps she passed out of sight. But once again did she stop; and again it was by a graveled driveway. She was deep in green memories when a figure in nurse's uniform coming down the drive caught her attention.
The house was found, the carriage steps let down, and then with a slight trembling in her limbs Madam Conway alighted and walked up the graveled path, casting eager, searching glances around and commenting as follows: "Everything is in good taste; they must be somebody, these Warners. I'm glad it is no worse."
She laid back the tiniest ears that ever a horse possessed ears that told of some thoroughbred's wild loves with wild mares among the hills and snapped at Forrest with wicked teeth and wicked-gleaming eyes. She sidled and attempted to rear as he swung into the saddle, and, sidling and attempting to rear, she went off down the graveled road.
Now she trod the graveled walk, pursuing the butterfly, and gathering the flowers, with brothers and sisters joining in the recreation. Now the feet of her pony scattered the pebbles of the path, as the little troop of equestrians cantered beneath the shade of majestic elms.
"Ah!" he murmured. "Then that's one of the reasons why she's a white elephant on their hands." "Got a customer for her?" Jerry queried shrewdly. "A fellow ought to be able to pick the Narcissus up rather cheap." Matt shook his head negatively. "Happened to pass her in a launch a couple of hours ago, and the sight of the barnacles on her bottom just naturally graveled me and roused my curiosity.
When we walk alone together in the woods, his arm round my waist, mine resting on his shoulder, body fitting to body, and head touching head, our step is so even, uniform, and gentle, that those who see us pass by night take the vision for a single figure gliding over the graveled walks, like one of Homer's immortals. A like harmony exists in our desires, our thoughts, our words.
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