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Ruin to day is not covered with ivy, and has no curious architecture or strange secrets of history, and is not beautiful or romantic at all. It has no tale to tell of old civilizations, not otherwise known, told of by few grey stones. RUIN TO DAY IS NOT COVERED WITH IVY AND HAS NO CURIOUS ARCHITECTURE OR STRANGE SECRETS OF HISTORY AND IS NOT BEAUTIFUL OR ROMANTIC AT ALL IT HAS NO TALE TO TELL OF OLD CIVILIZATIONS NOT OTHERWISE KNOWN TOLD OF BY FEW GREY STONES
ld city's life, the old city is murdered. I came to Arras and went down a street, and saw back gardens glinting through the bare ribs of the houses. Garden after garden shone, so far as it could, though it was in October and after four years of war; but what was left of those gardens shining there in the sun was like sad faces trying to smile after many disasters. I came to a great wall that no shell had breached. A cascade of scarlet creeper poured over it, as though on the other side some serene garden grew, where no disaster came, tended by girls who had never heard of war, walking untrodden paths. It was not so. But one's fancy, weary of ruin, readily turns to such scenes wherever facts are hidden, though but by a tottering wall, led by a few bright leaves or the glimpse of a flower. But not for any fancy of mine must you picture ruin any more as something graced with splendour, or as it were an argosy reaching the shores of our day laden with grandeur and dignity out of antiquity.  STREETS IS NOT THE OLD CITY'S LIFE THE OLD CITY IS MURDERED I CAME TO ARRIS AND WENT DOWN A STREET AND SAW BACK GARDENS GLINTING THROUGH THE BARE RIBS OF THE HOUSES GARDEN AFTER GARDEN SHONE SO FAR AS IT COULD THOUGH IT WAS IN OCTOBER AND AFTER FOUR YEARS OF WAR BUT WHAT WAS LEFT OF THOSE GARDENS SHINING THERE IN THE SUN WAS LIKE SAD FACES TRYING TO SMILE AFTER MANY DISASTERS I CAME TO A GREAT WALL THAT NO SHELL HAD BREACHED A CASCADE OF SCARLET CREEPER POURED OVER IT AS THOUGH ON THE OTHER SIDE SOME SERENE GARDEN GREW WHERE NO DISASTER CAME TENDED BY GIRLS WHO HAD NEVER HEARD OF WAR WALKING UNTRODDEN PATHS IT WAS NOT SO BUT ONE'S FANCY WEARY OF RUIN READILY TURNS TO SUCH SCENES WHEREVER FACTS ARE HIDDEN THOUGH BUT BY A TOTTERING WALL LED BY A FEW BRIGHT LEAVES OR THE GLIMPSE OF A FLOWER BUT NOT FOR ANY FANCY OF MINE MUST YOU PICTURE RUIN ANY MORE AS SOMETHING GRACED WITH SPLENDOUR OR AS IT WERE AN ARGUSTI REACHING THE SHORES OF OUR DAY LADEN WITH GRANDEUR AND DIGNITY OUT OF ANTIQUITY
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