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When I was a small boy I spent my summers at the quaint old fishing-village of Mattapoisett, on Buzzard's Bay. Next door to the house we occupied stood a low-roofed, unpretentious dwelling, white as an old-time clipper ship, with bright green blinds. I can still catch the fragrance of the lilacs by the gate.
And if its inner recesses took on too much gloomy portent one could always fly to the big yard where grew monarch elms and maples and a row of formal spruces; where the lawn on one side was bordered with beds of petunias and fuschias, tiger-lilies and dahlias; where were a great clump of white lilacs and many bushes of yellow roses; a lawn that stretched unbrokenly to the windows of the next big house where lived the gentle stranger with the soft, warm little voice who had chosen the good name of Lillian May.
At the edge of the forest he stopped for a moment. Over beyond the clearing a light burned dimly through the lilacs. The sweet odor of the flowers came to him gently, persuasively, and nerved him into the open. He passed across the open space swiftly and plunged into a tangle of bushes close to the lighted window. He heard a man's voice within, and then a woman's. Was it Marion?
I might risk transition dresses. Do you know what I mean by that, Hermance transition dresses?" "Perfectly, madame pearl grays, mauves, violets, lilacs." "Yes, that's it, Hermance; light but quiet colors. You are an invaluable maid. You understand me perfectly." The little baroness started for Versailles with a collection of transition dresses. There must have been twenty.
She pushed back her plate and reached for an olive from a dish near the bowl of lilacs. "I don't want it. I don't like asparagus." "Then what in the name of heaven did you have it for?" "You like it. Do you mean Mrs. Deford doesn't tell the truth?" "That's what I mean. And she's got a bad memory. Great drawback to a good liar."
Blondine was thrown over the grating which bounded the forest. She stated that Gourmandinet had become insane from terror and grief and she had sent him home to his parents. The king was in wild despair at this news. He ran to the Forest of Lilacs and he had to be withheld by force from throwing himself across the boundary in order to search for his cherished Blondine.
In front of the window was a plot of sunny grass, with old lilacs round it. And away went the garden, with heaps of dishevelled chrysanthemums in the sunshine, down to the sycamore-tree, and the field, and beyond one looked over a few red-roofed cottages to the hills with all the glow of the autumn afternoon. Mrs. Morel sat in her rocking-chair, wearing her black silk blouse.
The night brooded her planets, hovering the world, so that life might be. The dark outlines of the shrubbery below showed black and strong. Upon the side of a near-by clump of leafless lilacs shone a faint light, as though from one of the barred windows below. The house was not quite asleep. She stilled her breath as she might, stilled her heart as she might, lest its beating should be heard.
Lilacs were abloom in every garden, and buttercups made the fields look yellow. The air was misty one could hardly have gone to Poperinghe except in a mist, as it was being so constantly shelled but in the mist the trees had a queer light on them which made the early green look a deeper and stronger colour than I have ever seen it.
It's my duty as a Christian," says he. One evening, along the second week in July 'twas, I got up from the supper-table and walked over toward the hotel, smoking, and thinking what I'd missed in not having a girl like that set opposite me all these years. And, in the shadder of the big bunch of lilacs by the gate, I see a feller standing, a feller with a leather bag in his hand, a stranger.
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