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The moor lay dark as a lake at Helen's feet and the rustling of the heather might have been the sound of water fretted by the wind deep, black water whose depths no wind could stir. At Helen's right hand a different darkness was made by the larch-trees clothing Halkett's hollow, and on her left a yellow gleam, like the light at the masthead of a ship at sea, betrayed her home.
After taking off his gloves, he rubbed his hands hard enough to take off their skin as well, if his epidermis had not been tanned and cured like Russia leather, saving, of course, the perfume of larch-trees and incense. Presently his secret escaped him. "Wife," he said, without stuttering, "I've trapped them all! Our wine is sold! The Dutch and the Belgians have gone.
The frozen streams were thawed and ran bubbling and gurgling along their channels, turning water-wheels and filling all the quiet places with their merry noise. The air itself was full of sweet exhilaration. In the forests there was the scent of stirring sap and of the up-springing wild-flowers, and the rosy blossoms of the tender young larch-trees shone like jewels in the bright sunshine.
Past the church and the manor house, with its odd little turreted summer-house, or gazébo, perched on the corner of the garden-wall; past a row of ancient larch-trees and a grove of Scotch pines; past smooth-rolling meadows full of cattle and sheep; past green orchards full of fruit for the famous and potent Somereset cider; past the old town of Cannington, where the fair Rosamund was born, and where, on our day, we saw the whole population in the streets, perturbed by some unknown excitement and running to and fro like mad folks; past sleepy farms and spacious parks and snug villas, we rolled along the high-road, into Bridgewater, a small city, where they make "Bath bricks," and where the statue of Admiral Blake swaggers sturdily in the market-place.
I was afraid you were going to tumble out." She laughed. "The heat makes one drowsy. I shall get used to it." He was pulling in the horses. "There's some shade round the corner. We'll rest for an hour or two." "I shall like that," said Sylvia. A group of small larch-trees grew among the stones at the top of the slope, and by these he stopped.
If it rains, a covered carriage will be here in time. And write to me mind you write to me; not only to say you've got safe home, but in future. You promise? In the morning it did rain, and heavily, so Harvey and his friend drove to the station shut up together, with scarce a glimpse of anything beyond the boulder walls and gorse hedges and dripping larch-trees. They spoke a good deal of Alma.
Why could not people always wear such nice things, and be as splendid-looking! And he said: "You do look jolly, Mrs. Stormer!" She did not answer for so long that he wondered if it had been rude to say that. But she DID look so strong, and swift, and happy-looking. Down the hill, through a wood of larch-trees, to the river, and across the bridge, to mount at once by a path through hay-fields.
She was a wild thing, and she sang according to instinct, and not by rule, though her good ear kept her notes true. They set out early, for they had a good walk in front of them, and the April sun was hot. Hazel, under the pale green larch-trees, in her bright dress, with her crown of tawny hair, seemed to be an incarnation of the secret woods.
She stopped when she met the stream which foamed into the stealthy quiet of the wood, and on a large flat stone she sat and was splashed by the noisy water. The larch-trees were alive with feathery green, and their arms waved with the wind, but when Miriam peered through their trunks, all was grave and secret except the stream which shouted louder than before in proof of courage.
The entrances of grottoes, like the view of cascades, derive their principal charm from the situation, more or less majestic, in which they are placed, and which in some sort determines the character of the landscape. What a contrast between the Cueva of Caripe and those caverns of the north crowned with oaks and gloomy larch-trees!
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