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Had it been a mere illusion produced by some caprice of the searchlight opposite? But the face! the features of it were stamped on his memory, the gaunt bitterness of them, the brooding misery. How could he have imagined such a thing? Much perplexed and rather shaken in nerve, he rowed back across the pond to hear the band tuning in the flower-filled drawing-room, as he approached the house.
Another bright, ideal day, and the morning passed in a delicious flower-filled room looking over old books and records and listening to odd, quaint little scraps from the old Dutch records. It is all so soft in coloring and tone, distinct and yet not hard, and exquisitely beautiful!
The occupants of certain quaint and charming old houses, with servants' quarters in the rear and flower-filled gardens in the front, the rose-bushes of which were now bent and burdened with snow, appealed, as the other places of famous associations failed to do, and he wondered in which of them Claudia's relatives lived. At Marye's Heights Beauregarde waxed eloquent.
For God looked upon everything He had made and found it 'good. Good not bad, as the arrogant ascetic would assume. Joy, not sorrow, should be the keynote of life the world is not a 'vale of tears' but a flower-filled garden, basking in the perpetual sunshine of the smile of God. What is called 'sin' is the work of Man God has no part in it.
Solicitous arms guided her out of the flower-filled room as six men lifted the black coffin and carried it into the street. Slowly the automobiles rolled away. And behind the open car heaped with flowers rode Mrs. Sikora. The dolorous music of the band filled her with a gentle ecstasy.
The valley thrust itself, in inlets and coves, into the very rocks of its southern wall; lovely sheltered nooks these were, where he hated to wound the soft, flower-filled sward with his plough. As soon as the planting was done, he began to fell trees for the house.
She looked up now and then from the printed page, and her gaze wandered over the stretch of the scented, flower-filled garden, to the little silvery glimmer of the Fjord from whence arose, like delicate black streaks against the sky, the slender masts of the Eulalie, and then she would resume her reading with a slight movement of impatience.
Love's indefinable glories, Love's proud possibilities, Love's long ecstasies, these, like so many spirit-figures, seemed to smile and beckon them on, on, on, through golden seas of sunlight, through flower-filled fields of drowsy entrancement, through winding ways of rose-strewn and lily-scented leafage, on, on, with eyes and hearts absorbed in one another, unseeing any end to the dreamlike wonders that, like some heavenly picture-scroll, unrolled slowly and radiantly before them.
As Wrayford leaned back in his corner and looked at her across the wide flower-filled drawing-room he noted, first of all for the how many hundredth time? the play of her hands above the embroidery-frame, the shadow of the thick dark hair on her forehead, the lids over her somewhat full grey eyes.
And now on all sides what clear showers and sparkling coruscations of melody! what a broad, blue sky above! what a fair, green earth below! how warm and odorous this radiating space, made resonant with the ring of sweet bird-harmonies! wild thrills of ecstasy and lover-like tenderness snatches of song caught up from the flower-filled meadows and set to float in echoing liberty through the azure dome of heaven! and in all and above all, the light and heat and lustre of the unclouded sun!
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