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1336
She had never before had so deep a sense of her intimacy with it, such a conviction that its secrets were all beneficent, kept, as they said to children, "for one's good," so complete a trust in its power to gather up her life and Ned's into the harmonious pattern of the long, long story it sat there weaving in the sun. She heard steps behind her, and turned, expecting to see the gardener, accompanied by the engineer from Dorchester. SHE HAD NEVER BEFORE HAD SUCH A SENSE OF HER INTIMACY WITH IT SUCH A CONVICTION THAT ITS SECRETS WERE ALL BENEFICENT KEPT AS THEY SAID TO CHILDREN FOR ONE'S GOOD SUCH A TRUST IN ITS POWER TO GATHER UP HER LIFE AND NED'S INTO THE HARMONIOUS PATTERN OF THE LONG LONG STORY IT SAT THERE WEAVING IN THE SUN SHE HEARD STEPS BEHIND HER AND TURNED EXPECTING TO SEE THE GARDENER ACCOMPANIED BY THE ENGINEER FROM DORCHESTER
ing 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!-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. At their farther end rose a grass terrace, commanding, over the fish-pond and the yew hedges, a view of the long house-front, with its twisted chimney-stacks and the blue shadows of its roof angles, all drenched in the pale gold moisture of the air. Seen thus, across the level tracery of the yews, under the suffused, mild light, it sent her, from its open windows and hospitably smoking chimneys, the look of some warm human presence, of a mind slowly ripened on a sunny wall of experience.  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 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 AT THEIR FARTHER END ROSE A GRASS TERRACE LOOKING ACROSS THE FISH POND AND YEW HEDGES TO THE LONG HOUSE FRONT WITH ITS TWISTED CHIMNEY STACKS AND BLUE ROUGH ANGLES ALL DRENCHED IN THE PALE GOLD MOISTURE OF THE AIR SEEN TH ACROSS THE LEVEL TRACERY OF THE GARDENS IT SENT HER FROM OPEN WINDOWS AND HOSPITABLY TO SMOKING CHIMNEYS THE LOOK OF SOME WARM HUMAN PRESENCE OF A MIND SLOWLY RIPENED ON A SUNNY WALL OF EXPERIENCE
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