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She did not respond. "I'll take you through the fields," she said. "It's a short cut. Don't you want to smoke?" There was something in her manner that struck him as not altogether natural. He pondered over it as he lighted a cigarette. "They are cutting the grass in the church fields," said Molly. "Don't you hear?" Through the slumberous summer air came the whir of the machine. It was June.
And under that slumberous glimmer the vast horizon showed blackly and phantom-like: the Janiculum in front with the close-packed houses of the Trastevere; the river flowing away yonder on the left towards the dim height of the Palatine; whilst on the right the dome of St. Peter's showed forth, round and domineering in the pale atmosphere.
Calm as thy sacred streams thy years shall flow; Groves which thy youth has known thine age shall know; Here, as of old, Hyblaean bees shall twine Their mazy murmur into dreams of thine, Still from the hedge's willow-bloom shall come Through summer silences a slumberous hum, Still from the crag shall lingering winds prolong The half-heard cadence of the woodman's song, While evermore the doves, thy love and care, Fill the tall elms with sighing in the air.
A slumberous fire gleamed momentarily in his eye. "Woman," he said, "hold your peace; let not these words be heard in the house of Walter Skirving!" Having thus delivered himself, the fire faded out of his eyes dead as black ashes; he turned to the window, and lost himself again in meditation, looking with steady eyes across the ocean of sunshine which flooded the valley beneath.
It had been Mariana. Howat Penny was aware of a growing sympathy for young Polder. His was a more engaging person than Kingsfrere's pasty presence and sharp reputation at cards. He got his hat, and went out over the thick, smooth sod, into the slumberous, blue radiance of the early summer noon. He found Mariana and James Polder sitting on a bank by the Furnace.
“to stand within the City Disinterred; And hear the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets; and hear The Mountain’s slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls.”
This was Ralston. What should bring Paul from the inky apron, and the dusty type-cases, and the battered old founts of metal, and the worm-eaten old founts of wood, and the slattern bankrupt office into the society of such a man as this? The Exile dreamed his dream, and a year was gone in a breath. The Armstrong household was asleep. It was one o'clock noon of the slumberous hours.
Then Henriette peeped out of the door and saw that the message she was being sent upon was in vain, and went back; and immediately Zara appeared. Her dress was pale gray to-night with her uncle's pearls and both Lady Anningford and Tristram noticed that her eyes were slumberous and had in them that smoldering fierceness of pain.
She kissed him swiftly, but with a sort of passion, and went out of the room. The studio, where they had been sorting and labelling, had once been Holly's schoolroom, devoted to her silkworms, dried lavender, music, and other forms of instruction. Now, at the end of July, despite its northern and eastern aspects, a warm and slumberous air came in between the long-faded lilac linen curtains.
He listened frantically, hoping to hear her returning steps. It was in vain. All was silent. Then he felt his limbs totter, and he sank back on a couch, and buried his face amongst the cushions. The slumberous afternoon wore slowly away. A slight breeze rustled amongst the cypresses and the olive trees, and the air grew clearer.
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