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His fancies made him wander, as he had wandered long ago, from the fields into the wood, tracking a little path between the shining undergrowth of beech trees; and the trickle of water dropping from the limestone rock sounded as a clear melody in the dream. HIS FANCIES MADE HIM WANDER AS HE HAD WANDERED LONG AGO FROM THE FIELDS INTO THE WOOD TRACKING A LITTLE PATH BETWEEN THE SHINING UNDERGROWTH OF BEECH TREES AND THE TRICKLE OF WATER DROPPING FROM THE LIMESTONE ROCK SOUNDED AS A CLEAR MELODY IN THE DREAM
e shadows and the lights of the laboratory, and he felt again the heated air beating in gusts about his face, saw the shimmer rising from the turf, and heard the myriad murmur of the summer. “I hope the smell doesn’t annoy you, Clarke; there’s nothing unwholesome about it. It may make you a bit sleepy, that’s all.” Clarke heard the words quite distinctly, and knew that Raymond was speaking to him, but for the life of him he could not rouse himself from his lethargy. He could only think of the lonely walk he had taken fifteen years ago; it was his last look at the fields and woods he had known since he was a child, and now it all stood out in brilliant light, as a picture, before him. Above all there came to his nostrils the scent of summer, the smell of flowers mingled, and the odour of the woods, of cool shaded places, deep in the green depths, drawn forth by the sun’s heat; and the scent of the good earth, lying as it were with arms stretched forth, and smiling lips, overpowered all. SUNLIGHT SEEMED TO BLOT OUT THE SHADOWS AND THE LIGHTS OF THE LABORATORY AND HE FELT AGAIN THE HEATED AIR BEATING IN GUSTS ABOUT HIS FACE SAW THE SHIMMER RISING FROM THE TURF AND HEARD THE MYRIAD MURMUR OF THE SUMMER I HOPE THE SMELL DOESN'T ANNOY YOU CLARK THERE'S NOTHING UNWHOLESOME ABOUT IT IT MAY MAKE YOU A BIT SLEEPY THAT'S ALL CLARKE HEARD THE WORDS QUITE DISTINCTLY AND KNEW THAT RAYMOND WAS SPEAKING TO HIM BUT FOR THE LIFE OF HIM HE COULD NOT ROUSE HIMSELF FROM HIS LETHARGY HE COULD ONLY THINK OF THE LONELY WALK HE HAD TAKEN FIFTEEN YEARS AGO IT WAS HIS LAST LOOK AT THE FIELDS AND WOODS HE HAD KNOWN SINCE HE WAS A CHILD AND NOW IT ALL STOOD OUT IN BRILLIANT LIGHT AS A PICTURE BEFORE HIM ABOVE ALL THERE CAME TO HIS NOSTRILS THE SCENT OF SUMMER THE SMELL OF FLOWERS MINGLED AND THE ODOUR OF THE WOODS OF COOL SHADED PLACES DEEP IN THE GREEN DEPTHS DRAWN FORTH BY THE SUN'S HEAT AND THE SCENT OF THE GOOD EARTH LYING AS IT WERE WITH ARMS STRETCHED FORTH AND SMILING LIPS OVERPOWERED ALL
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