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Updated: June 14, 2025
Burnaby came back to the flower-scented circle of light. "Yes," he said soberly, "tea. Exactly." Mrs. Malcolm's delicate eyebrows rose to a point. "What," she asked, in the tones of delighted motherhood overlaid with a slight exasperation which she habitually used toward Burnaby, "has tea got to do with a man you met on the Upper Liara last summer and a man you met this afternoon? Why tea?"
A slight breeze stirred the flower-scented air and set the pines whispering for a moment; then all was silent. With eyes half closed, Darrell raised the violin and, drawing the bow softly across the strings, began one of his own improvisos, the exquisite, piercing sweetness of the first notes swelling with an indescribable pathos until Kate could scarcely restrain a cry of pain.
The effect upon me was somewhat like that which would be produced in the mind of a convict who should suddenly find his prison doors opening into a June meadow. Standing with the driver on the front platform, I drank deep of the flower-scented air. I had never seen anything more beautiful. Dr. I liked him and trusted him at once. He was tall and very thin, with dark eyes and a long gray beard.
Exchange those cool, dim places, flower-scented, for the glare and noise of a fair?" "No one can see me in the forest," remarked Felice, turning her head from side to side and gazing in a mirror. "But I see you! Isn't that enough!"
But on the garden and into this flower-scented room the sun was shining gaily through the trees, and making gleams of light on the silver and china on the table and on the faces of the three people who sat around it.
If Miss Polly was ridiculous at home, she was twice as ridiculous in New York, but somehow it did not seem to matter. The sight of her brought happy tears to the girl's eyes, and in the attempt to hide them, she buried her face in the warm, flower-scented neck of little Frances. "She's the peartest baby I ever saw," remarked Miss Polly with pride. "Wouldn't yo' ma dote on her?" "Wouldn't she?
What a beautiful view!" Clover now led the way in-doors. The central room, large, cool, and flower-scented, was a surprise to the Eastern guests, who were not prepared to find anything so pretty and tasteful in so remote a spot. "This is really charming!" said Mr.
From below came now and again the tinkle of distant cow-bells. These, and the plaintive coo of mourning-doves in the branches, and the rush of the wind, which was like cool flower-scented wine, was all that broke the stillness of the high places. "To think I'm so much nearer heaven Than when I was a boy," misquoted Clover, as she sat on the rear platform of the car, with Poppy, and Thurber Wade.
Those were the stairs which knew her feet, these the rooms so subtly flower-scented she lived in; then came the narrow passage to the sterner apartment of the master himself. Mr.
She walked home. The fresh air, after Natalie's flower-scented, overheated room, made her more rational. She knew where she stood, anyhow. She was in love with Clayton Spencer. She had, she reflected cynically, been in love before. A number of times before. She almost laughed aloud. She had called those things love, those sickly romances, those feeble emotions!
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