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she learned that the great man had not arrived, and the day being too rare to waste in an artificial atmosphere, she came out again and paced slowly along the springy turf of the bowling green to the gardens behind the house. SHE LEARNED THAT THE GREAT MAN HAD NOT ARRIVED AND THE DAY BEING TOO RARE TO WASTE IN AN ARTIFICIAL ATMOSPHERE SHE CAME OUT AGAIN AND PACED ALONG THE SPRINGY TURF OF THE BOWLING GREEN TO THE GARDENS BEHIND THE HOUSE
f spring were already at work on shrubs and borders. There were such inexhaustible possibilities still before her, such opportunities to bring out the latent graces of the old place, without a single irreverent touch of alteration, that the winter months were all too short to plan what spring and autumn executed. And her recovered sense of safety gave, on this particular morning, a peculiar zest to her progress through the sweet, still place. She went first to the kitchen-garden, where the espalier pear-trees drew complicated patterns on the walls, and pigeons were fluttering and preening about the silvery-slated roof of their cot. There was something wrong about the piping of the hothouse, and she was expecting an authority from Dorchester, who was to drive out between trains and make a diagnosis of the boiler. But when she dipped into the damp heat of the greenhouses, among the spiced scents and waxy pinks and reds of old-fashioned exotics, -- even the flora of Lyng was in the note!- NG ABOUT THE DIFFERENT QUARTERS OF HER DOMAIN AS IF SPRING WERE ALREADY AT WORK THERE THERE WERE SUCH ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES STILL BEFORE HER SUCH OPPORTUNITIES TO BRING OUT THE LATENT GRACES OF THE OLD PLACE WITHOUT A SINGLE IRREVERENT TOUCH OF ALTERATION THAT THE WINTER WAS ALL TOO SHORT TO PLAN WHAT SPRING AND AUTUMN EXECUTED AND HER RECOVERED SENSE OF SAFETY GAVE ON THIS PARTICULAR MORNING A PECULIAR ZEST TO HER PROGRESS THROUGH THE SWEET STILL PLACE SHE WENT FIRST TO THE KITCHEN GARDEN WHERE THE ESPALIARD PEAR TREES DREW COMPLICATED PATTERNS ON THE WALLS AND PIGEONS WERE FLUTTERING AND PREENING ABOUT THE SILVERY SLATED ROOF OF THEIR COT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG ABOUT THE PIPING OF THE HOTHOUSE AND SHE WAS EXPECTING AN AUTHORITY FROM DORCHESTER WHO WAS TO DRIVE OUT BETWEEN TRAINS AND MAKE A DIAGNOSIS OF THE BOILER BUT WHEN SHE DIPPED INTO THE DAMP HEAT OF THE GREENHOUSES AMONG THE SPICED SCENTS AND WAXY PINKS AND REDS OF OLD FASHIONED EXOTICS EVEN THE FLORA OF LYING WAS IN THE NOTE
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