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As for 'Splatchett's, that don't hurt we, my lady; it is all arable land and dead hedges, with no bottom; only there's one little tongue of it runs into North Wood, and planted with larch; and, if you please, my lady, there is always a kind of coarse grass grows under young larches, and makes a strong cover for game.
I do assure you, Nelly, that, until you leave off that monstrosity of steel and cordage, your sense and taste, so far as costume is concerned, must be taken on credit, as well as your curtsies. Mrs. Grey. Leave off my hoop? Would you have me look like a fright? as slinky as if I had been drawn through a key-hole? Miss Larches. Leave off her hoop? Mr. Key. Be seen without a hoop?
Arthur and Mr Asplin looked at one another, puzzled and disappointed, and had no alternative but to return to the dining-room and confess their failure. "Would not it be a good thing to go up to the Larches, and hear what Robert has to say on the subject?" Arthur asked; and when he was told that Robert was in London he still held to his suggestion.
In the vigor of its years it tends to uniformity, and to variety when it is old. Indeed, an aged Larch is often as rugged and fantastic as an old Oak. The American and European Larches differ only in the longer flowing foliage and the larger cones of the latter. Among the minor beauties of both species may be mentioned the bright crimson cones that appear in June and resemble clusters of fruit.
This was not a modern land that lay about us. Yonder was not the copse beyond the birches, where my woodcock sometimes found cover. This was not my trout-stream. Those yonder were not my elms and larches moving in the evening air. No, before us lay the picture of the rolling deep, its long green swells breaking high in white spindrift.
She was oppressed by a sense of concentration in this tree-lined hollow, and before she stepped across the yard she lifted and shook her shoulders to free them of the weight. She remembered one summer day when the air had been clogged by the scent of marigolds, but this was not their season, and the smell of the larches came healthfully on the winds that struggled through the trees.
The flame in the east had died, but the tops of the larches were bathed in a gentle radiance; and the peaks ahead were like amber. Everywhere were threads of water, threads of snow, and little threads of dewy green, glistening like gossamer. Mr. Treffry called out: "Give me your arm, Mr. Harz; I'd like to shake the reefs out of me.
As o'er the grass, beneath the larches there We gaily stepped, the high noon overhead, Then Love was born was born so strong and fair. Knowest thou! Love is dead. Gipsy Song. At last he was free.
The larger larches have a different plaything: on the bare branches, thickly studded with buds, cling airily the small, light cones of last year's growth, each crowned, with a little ball of soft snow, four times taller than itself, save where some have drooped sideways, so that each carries, poor weary Atlas, a sphere upon its back.
Up among the larches a faint chopping sound could just be heard, irregular but persistent. The man put a hand to his mouth, and hailed "Hi-i-i! Knock off! Stable clock's gone noo-oon!" Came back no answer.
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