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He retreated to a little arboured seat, and a few minutes later would have given anything to escape from it. For he was a witness of the parting of Jack and Ella. He saw the tears streaming from her eyes; he heard Jack tell her that he had never loved another woman and never would. As they clasped each other's hands for the final good-bye, Jack seized her passionately and kissed her.
"Another Cuneo!" groaned Aunt Kathryn, at sight of the hotel in the steep little town of Desenzano, on Lake Garda; but later she apologized to the quaint courtyard for her misunderstanding, and was more than tolerant of her vast bedroom draped with yellow satin, and opening on an arboured terrace worthy even of a Countess Dalmar.
Along the arboured road from Cairo, flashed motor-car after motor-car, their lights winking in and out between the dark trees, now blazing, now invisible, their occupants all intent on doing the right thing: dining at Mena House, and seeing the full moon feed honey to the Sphinx.
"Not only respectable, and has always been so, but superior." "Yes, yes, I understand." "And therefore it goes against our grain to 'ave 'arboured the maid that's what we used to call them in England and the time has come, I think, to do something about it." "I see. Yes, the position is a difficult one. How did she come to the village in the first place? She was not born there, then?"
Miriam turned a radiant face to Fraulein Pfaff's table and made some movement with her lips. "I think you have something of the German in you." "She has, she has," said Minna from the little arbour where she sat with Millie. "She is not English." They had eaten their lunch at a little group of arboured tables at the back of an old wooden inn.
She liked to stand under the arboured gate with extended hands and from there to speak the first welcoming words and then to link arms and lead the visitor indoors with promises of tea or fires in bedrooms and little kindly appreciations of the fatigue of travelling.
It was a tangle of orange and lemon trees, looped with garlands of roses and flowering creepers, carpeted with a thousand fragrant, old-fashioned flowers, and arboured with grapevines, whose last year's leaves, though sparse, were still russet and gold: altogether a mere bright ribbon of beauty pinned like a lover's knot on a high shoulder of jutting rock.
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