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Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 1114    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

Wind Went fr

f plumy cloud that ran across them had a soft but vivid violet bloom, like a violet smoke. All the rest of the scene swept and faded away into a dove-like gray, and seemed to melt and mount into Mary's dark-gray figure until she seemed clothed with the garden and

vident that a conversation long

d taking you?" asked Dian

ren with her when I arranged to be turned out of the other boarding-house down the road. We ne

e say it's very narrow-minded and-what's that other word?- you know, wh

with great heartines

was silly! But w

, and it might have bee

osamund, with a slig

replied Mary with perfect simplicity. "Auntie let hi

ana, knitting her d

e children more than a fortnight together I play the game. He calls me

things like tha

might as well be a lady novelist or some horrid thing. There aren't any men. T

afety," said Dian

hings generally true of them. At certain curious times they're just fi

suddenly. "Look at those trees over there, a

s. You go down the king's highway; for God's truth, it is God's. Yes, my dear Michael will often be extremely untidy

s a storm coming, and it makes me feel quite excited, somehow. Micha

. "All over, these men have one adva

fted the dying leaves along the path, and the

ends of the earth as poor old Innocent does. Stick to the man who looks out of the window and tries to understand the world. Keep clear of the man who looks in at the wind

" said Rosamund, smiling:

y, "but I think she was right to let Uncle Harry collect dr

Echoing the cry, Michael scampered across the lawn to Rosamund and wildly swung her into a few steps of what was supposed to be a waltz. But the company knew Innocent and Michael by this time, and their extravagances were gaily taken for granted; it was far more extraordinary that Arthur Inglewood walked straight up to Diana and kissed

he wind, had groped their way to the house again, they saw that the great apish figure of Innocent Smith had clambered out of his own attic window, and roaring again and ag

the wind died down, and the party, at the top of their evening's mer

e

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