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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. 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
last few moments. Great shadows searching for some little thing. In the smallest nook they sought for it. Then the last candle died. As the flame went up with the smoke from the fallen wick all the great shadows turned and mournfully trailed away. The Homes Of Arras As you come to Arras by the western road, by the red ramparts and the Spanish gate, Arras looks like a king. With such a dignity as clings to the ancient gateway so might a king be crowned; with such a sweep of dull red as the old ramparts show, so might he be robed; but a dead king with crowned skull. For the ways of Arras are empty but for brown soldiers, and her houses are bare as bones. Arras sleeps profoundly, roofless, windowless, carpetless; Arras sleeps as a skeleton sleeps, with all the dignity of former days about it, but the life that stirs in its streets is not the old 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.  PART THIRTEEN OF UNHAPPY FAR OFF THINGS THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIEBERVOX DOT ORK RECORDING BY BETTY B UNHAPPY FAR OFF THINGS BY LORD DUNSTANY PART THIRTEEN THE HOMES OF ARRAS AS YOU COME TO ARRIS BY THE WESTERN ROAD BY THE RED RAMPARTS AND THE SPANISH GATE ARRIS LOOKS LIKE A KING WITH SUCH A DIGNITY AS CLINGS TO THE ANCIENT GATEWAY SO MIGHT A KING BE CROWNED WITH SUCH A SWEEP OF DULL RED AS THE OLD RAMPARTS SHOW SO MIGHT HE BE ROBED BUT A DEAD KING WITH CROWNED SKULL FOR THE WAYS OF ARRIS ARE EMPTY BUT FOR BROWN SOLDIERS AND HER HOUSES ARE BARE AS BONES ARRIS SLEEPS PROFOUNDLY ROOFLESS WINDOWLESS CARPETLESS ARRIS SLEEPS AS A SKELETON SLEEPS WITH ALL THE DIGNITY OF FORMER DAYS ABOUT IT BUT THE LIFE THAT STIRS IN ITS 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
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