Youvestirred in me my unacted part, she
meant.
Suddenly the cows stopped; lowered their heads, and
began browsing. Off comes the sheepsskin; out creeps the serpent.
Ive something very private and particular to say
toyou. Presumably there wastime then for a stroll round the gardens, even for a look
over thehouse.
And the runners, my dear, who followed, all the way
fromthe station, if one had a box. Coming back from a Ball,past the clock at Hyde
Park Corner, dyou remember the feel of whitegloves? Nothingbut a goose feather blown
on a north wind. Digging and delving, ploughing and sowing they were singing, butthe
wind blew their words away.
The good clergyman, I say,does more work for less
pay than all the lot .
And once more a huge symbolical figure emerged from
thebushes. The stage was empty; theactors were still dressing up among the
bushes.
Got her, Giles thought, taking sides with
authorityagainst his aunt.
Perhaps shell reach thepresent, if she skips.
Reason had thrown her mantle on a holly hedge.
In obedience to Miss La Trobes command, another
tune had been puton the gramophone. OldBartholomew joined his finger tips;
Mrs.
To let you intoa secret, Ive passed the meridian
myself. But youve made me feel I could have played .
SirSpaniel Lilyliver, in love with
Flavinda.
Presumably there wastime then for a stroll round
the gardens, even for a look over thehouse. Miss La Trobe wasscattering and
foraging. Shed copied out Byron, I suppose,in what was called then the Italian hand.
And Queen Mary and the Dukeof Windsor on the south coast? A film fellover her eyes,
shutting off the present. But the cradle wasby the bounty of Heaven washed
ashore.
She could feel them slipping through her fingers,
looking at theview. She threatened them with her clenched fists.
Over there behind the tree Miss La Trobe gnashed
her teeth.
If shed put it all in, we should have been here
tillmidnight.
And once more a huge symbolical figure emerged from
thebushes. Another scene from another play, I suppose, said Mrs.