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Margaret was hatless  and the glory of the eminently sensible spring sun appeared to centre in her hair  and violet clad; and the gown, like most of her gowns, was all tiny tucks and frills and flounces, diapered with semi transparencies  unsubstantial, foam like, mere violet froth. MARGARET WAS HATLESS AND THE GLORY OF THE EMINENTLY SENSIBLE SPRING SUN APPEARED TO CENTRE IN HER HAIR AND VIOLET CLAD AND THE GOWN LIKE MOST OF HER GOWNS WAS ALL TINY TUCKS AND FRILLS AND FLOUNCES DIAPERD WITH SEMI TRANSPARENCIES UNSUBSTANTIAL FOAM LIKE MERE VIOLET FROTH
ad stairway leading to the formal gardens of Selwoode. The gardens stretch northward to the confines of Peter Blagden's estate of Gridlington; and for my part--unless it were that primitive garden that Adam lost--I can imagine no goodlier place. On this particular forenoon, however, neither Miss Hugonin nor Felix Kennaston had eyes for its comeliness; silently they braved the griffins, and in silence they skirted the fish-pond--silver-crinkling in the May morning--and passed through cloistral ilex-shadowed walks, and amphitheatres of green velvet, and terraces ample and mellow in the sunlight, silently. The trees pelted them with blossoms; pedestaled in leafy recesses, Satyrs grinned at them apishly, and the arrows of divers pot-bellied Cupids threatened them, and Fauns piped for them ditties of no tone; the birds were about shrill avocations overhead, and everywhere the heatless, odourful air was a caress; but for all this, Miss Hugonin and Mr. Kennaston were silent and very fidgetty. AGLE THAT GUARD THE BROAD STAIRWAY LEADING TO THE FORMAL GARDENS OF SELWOOD THE GARDENS STRETCHED NORTHWARD TO THE CONFINES OF PETER BLAGDEN'S ESTATE OF GRIDLINGTON AND FOR MY PART UNLESS IT WERE THAT PRIMITIVE GARDEN THAT ADAM LOST I CAN IMAGINE NO GOODLIER PLACE ON THIS PARTICULAR FORENOON HOWEVER NEITHER MISS HUGONEN NOR FELIX CANNASTON HAD EYES FOR ITS COMELINESS SILENTLY THEY BRAVED THE GRIFFINS AND IN SILENCE THEY SKIRTED THE FISHPOND SILVER CRINKLING IN THE MAY MORNING AND PASSED THROUGH CLOISTRAL ELEX SHADOWED WALKS AND AMPHITHEATRES OF GREEN VELVET AND TERRACES AMPLE AND MELLOW IN THE SUNLIGHT SILENTLY THE TREES PELTED THEM WITH BLOSSOMS PEDESTALLED IN LEAFY RECESSES SATYRS GRINTED THEM APISHLY AND THE ARROWS OF DIVERSE POT BELLIED CUPIDS THREATENED THEM AND FAWNS PIPED FOR THEM DITTIES OF NO TONE THE BIRDS WERE ABOUT SHRILL AVOCATIONS OVERHEAD AND EVERYWHERE THE HEATLESS ODOURFUL AIR WAS A CARESS BUT FOR ALL THIS MISS HUGONIAN AND MISTER CANNASTON WERE SILENT AND VERY FIDGETY
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