But there was no sign from her. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. Why? Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. It must be sent home this evening. “How has the world taken it?” he asked. S. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
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