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The tale is but conjecture, yet all the romance is there; for picture a wall over fifteen feet high built as they built long ago, standing for all those ages between two gardens. THE TALE IS BUT CONJECTURE YET ALL THE ROMANCES THERE FOR PICTURE A WALL OVER FIFTEEN FEET HIGH BUILT AS THEY BUILT LONG AGO STANDING FOR ALL THOSE AGES BETWEEN TWO GARDENS
 of Emperors, who will remember that garden? Saddest of all, as it seemed to me watching the garden paths, were spiders' webs that had been spun across them, so grey and stout and strong, fastened from weed to weed, with the spiders in their midst sitting in obvious ownership. You knew then as you looked at those webs across all the paths in the garden that any that you might fancy walking the small paths still, were but grey ghosts gone from thence, no more than dreams, hopes and imaginings, something altogether weaker than spiders webs. And the old wall of the garden that divides it from its neighbour, of solid stone and brick, over fifteen feet high, it is that mighty old wall that held the romance of the garden. I do not tell the tale of that garden of Arras, for that is conjecture, and I only tell what I saw, in order that someone perhaps in some far country may know what happened in thousands and thousands of gardens because an Emperor sighed, and longed for the splendour of war. TACKS AND THE DOOM OF EMPERORS WHO WILL REMEMBER THAT GARDEN SADDEST OF ALL AS IT SEEMED TO ME WATCHING THE GARDEN PATHS WHERE SPIDERS WEBS THAT HAD BEEN SPUN ACROSS THEM SO GRAY AND STOUT AND STRONG FASTENED FROM WEED TO WEED WITH THE SPIDERS IN THEIR MIDST SITTING IN OBVIOUS OWNERSHIP YOU KNEW THEN AS YOU LOOKED AT THOSE WEBS ACROSS ALL THE PATHS AND THE GARDEN THAT ANY THAT YOU MIGHT FANCY WALKING THE SMALL PATHS STILL WERE BUT GREY GHOSTS GONE FROM THENCE NO MORE THAN DREAMS HOPES AND IMAGININGS SOMETHING ALTOGETHER WEAKER THAN SPIDER'S WEBS AND THE OLD WALL OF THE GARDEN THAT DIVIDES IT FROM ITS NEIGHBOUR OF SOLID STONE AND BRICK OVER FIFTEEN FEET HIGH IT IS THAT MIGHTY OLD WALL THAT HELD THE ROMANCE OF THE GARDEN I DO NOT TELL THE TALE OF THAT GARDEN OF ARRAS FOR THAT IS CONJECTURE AND I ONLY TELL WHAT I SAW IN ORDER THAT SOMEONE PERHAPS IN SOME FAR COUNTRY MIGHT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF GARDENS BECAUSE AN EMPEROR SIGHED AND LONGED FOR THE SPLENDOUR OF WAR
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