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Updated: May 18, 2025
In the yard were various odds and ends of broken machinery and old harness; a wagon-seat, on which Grandma sometimes sat shelling beans or peeling potatoes in the summer afternoons; old brooms, old saucepans, and lengths of rope, clotted with mud. Fuchsia and rose-bushes languished in a tipsy wire enclosure near the front door.
The sun had set there was the red glow behind the castle across the sky and the sea, and we were walking on the low path by the river under the fuchsia hedge that hangs over from the lawn, you know.
"Oh, well, I was about to say looks, but I'll throw in the heart as well! Next week I am going up to Calcutta to see about the trousseau and business. I'm real sorry to be the means of smashing up the Chummery Quartette." "And when does the blow fall?" "Not for some time; Patsy has asked for a long day." "Fuchsia!" "Well, no, it's not that; but he's obliged to finish some inspections.
Then they came to a stream that gurgled melodiously as it rippled over stones in its shallow course, or crept round big grey boulders that were wrapped in thick mosses, in which were mingled flowers of the pink and red wild fuchsia, or the creamy great blossoms of the rock lily.
I have in my possession some wax flowers a startling fuchsia and a bewildering dahlia sold for a mere pittance by this little lady, whose pictures lately took the prize at a foreign exhibition, shortly after she had been half starved by a California public, and claimed by a California press as its fostered child of genius.
He must act the surgeon now. Elaine half-sat, half-lay in a chaise longue. His white lilac and fuchsia those were her favourite flowers he had discovered were on a small table by her side, scenting the room faintly but definitely. She had a letter in her hands, which she asked him to open and read to her. "The nurse doesn't read English well," she explained. Rivière looked first at the signature.
"If you've quite finished talking idiotic nonsense to that little beast," interrupted Hereward sarcastically, "you'll perhaps kindly oblige me by mentioning whether you're coming or not!" "Not coming anywhere too hot!" grunted Ingred, resettling her cushion under the fuchsia bush. "Right you are! Please yourself and you'll please me! Though I should have thought the run to Chatcombe "
Morning by morning Hazel watched the fuchsia bushes, set with small red flowers, purple-cupped, with crimson stamens, sway in beautiful abandon. The great black bees pulled at them like a calf at its mother. Their weight dragged the slender drooping branches almost to the earth. So the rich pageantry of beauty, the honeyed silent lives went on, and would go on, it seemed for ever.
Wyse's garden or any part of it from that watch-tower, but there was a chance.... Not a glimpse of it was visible. It lay quite hidden behind the red-brick wall which bounded it, and not a chrysanthemum or a fuchsia could she see. But her blood froze as, without putting the glasses down, she ran her eye over such part of the house-wall as rose above the obstruction.
Two green, two crimson, two blue, and one violet with an orange-coloured beak and grey lining to his wings; and that they built nests in the fuchsia trees of sandal-wood shavings, and lined them with the captain's silk pocket-handkerchiefs.
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