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Aunt Ginevra who knew not of such beings! "The orchard's let," grunted old William "they do say it's sold " "I had rather not hear of it, William," said Miss La Sarthe frowning. "It does not concern one what occurs beyond one's gates." Old William growled gently, and continued his laborious task one of the wheels squeaked as it turned on the flags.
They have ruined everything; they have spoilt everything; they have done everything filthy, horrible, and abominable. The orchard's done for, the orchard's ruined. My God!" When he came back to Kovrin, his face looked exhausted and mortified. "What is one to do with these accursed people?" he said in a tearful voice, flinging up his hands.
My doubts and forebodings on this head were soon verified; for, in less than a week, I saw my name posted up at the gate "John Shipp, confined to his barracks for one week." A week was to me an age. Confinement was to me intolerable; deprived of the pure air, of the delightful ramble along an orchard's edge, and of the salubrious smell of the orange groves.
I flung off my rug, and, stepping softly to the verge of the orchard's shadow, peered out upon the road. To my right that is to say, northward it stretched away level and visibly deserted so far as the bend, little more than a gunshot distant, where it curved around the base of low cliff and disappeared.
Behold that church with cross uprais'd And with its windows neatly glaz'd; All houses are in this comprest An orchard's near it of the best, Also a park where void of fear Feed antler'd herds of fallow deer. A warren wide my chief can boast, Of goodly steeds a countless host.
Bolt must have more fashionable apartments; there was that splendid diamond bracelet at Peppers'? she must have that rich honitan cape and accompaniments at Stebbin's? drawing-room day was approaching, and nothing less than one hundred and fifty guineas would suffice to purchase the dress she would be presented in; Madame Lacelooper, milliner and dressmaker to the Court, urged the necessity of her orders being in at an early day; and she must have that set of furs at Orchard's, and Mr.
Such a book as Orchard's "Future of Religion," perhaps the most thoughtful analysis of conditions given us for a long time, was born of the war itself and already many of its anticipations seem to miss the point. Such expectations of wholesale religious reconstruction leave out of account the essential conservatism of human nature, a conservatism more marked in religion than anywhere else.
Andrew, who was lying on the sofa smoking a pipe, protruded his upper lip. "Four thousand, not a cent more. The orchard's all gone to seed, and the house too." "We might mortgage the land, and fit the house up for summer boarders." Andrew frowned heavily. His sister was absently tapping a pile of compositions on the table beside her, and did not see the frown.
"That's it," she said, "and goodbye until then." He looked at his watch, it was just ten there was yet time. Reaching for the telephone, he called long distance, Brandon. "Give me Orchard's greenhouses," he said. After a pause he got the wire: "Send me a dozen and a half no, nineteen American Beauty roses on today's train, without fail. This is Dr. Clay of Millford talking."
She went down to the noon dinner quite chastened, with the expression Anne knew, of having had a temper and got over it. The three looked as if they had had a beautiful time, Lydia thought humbly. The colour was in their faces. Farvie talked of seed catalogues, and it became evident that Jeff was spading up the old vegetable garden on the orchard's edge. Anne had a soft pink in her cheeks.
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