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It was here that Beatrice and Wonder would often take their morning walk,—Wonder, though but a little girl of four, having grown more and more of a companion to her mother, since Antony's love for Silencieux. A morning in August the two were walking hand in hand. IT WAS HERE THAT BEATRICE AND WONDER WOULD OFTEN TAKE THEIR MORNING WALK WONDER THOUGH BUT A LITTLE GIRL OF FOUR HAVING GROWN MORE AND MORE OF A COMPANION TO HER MOTHER SINCE ANTONY'S LOVE FOR SULAJIO A MORNING IN AUGUST THE TWO WERE WALKING HAND IN HAND
since become nature, had evidently designed and dug them, years, perhaps centuries, ago. So long dead were the old pond-makers that great trees grew now upon the causeways, and vast jungles of rush and water grasses choked the trickling overflows from one pond to the other. Once, it was said, when the earth of those parts had been rich in iron, these ponds had driven great hammers,—but long before the memory of the oldest cottager they had rested from their labours, and lived only the life of beauty and silence. Where iron had once been was now the wild rose, and the grim wounds of the earth had been healed by the kisses of five hundred springs. About these ponds stole many a secret path, veined with clumsy roots, shadowed with the thick bush of many a clustering parasite, and echoing sometimes beneath from the hollowed shelter of coot or water-rat. Lilies floated in circles about the ponds, like the crowns of sunken queens, and sometimes a bird broke the silence with a frightened cry. THAT AN ANCIENT ART LONG SINCE BECOME NATURE HAD EVIDENTLY DESIGNED AND DUG THEM YEARS PERHAPS CENTURIES AGO SO LONG DEAD WERE THE OLD POND MAKERS THAT GREAT TREES GREW NOW UPON THE CAUSEWAYS AND VAST JUNGLES OF RUSH AND WATER GRASSES CHOKED THE TRICKLING OVERFLOWS FROM ONE POND TO THE OTHER ONCE IT WAS SAID WHEN THE EARTH OF THOSE PARTS HAD BEEN RICH IN IRON THESE PONDS HAD DRIVEN GREAT HAMMERS BUT LONG BEFORE THE MEMORY OF THE OLDEST COTTAGER THEY HAD RESTED FROM THEIR LABOURS AND LIVED ONLY THE LIFE OF BEAUTY AND SILENCE WHERE IRON HAD ONCE BEEN WAS NOW THE WILD ROSE AND THE GRIM WOUNDS OF THE EARTH HAD BEEN HEALED BY THE KISSES OF FIVE HUNDRED SPRINGS ABOUT THESE PONDS STOLE MANY A SECRET PATH VEINED WITH CLUMSY ROOTS SHADOWED WITH THE THICK BUSH OF MANY A CLUSTERING PARASITE AND ECHOING SOMETIMES BENEATH FROM THE HOLLOWED SHELTER OF COOCH OR WATER RAT LILIES FLOATED IN CIRCLES ABOUT THE PONDS LIKE CROWNS OF SUNKEN QUEENS AND SOMETIMES A BIRD BROKE THE SILENCE WITH A FRIGHTENED CRY
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