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a garden . If one did so quietly and for some time , one thought that the gravel , with its ridges , was an inland sea , with its ripples glistening in the sunshine , and that the rocks were islands which studded it .
a garden . If one did so quietly and for some time , one thought that the gravel , with its ridges , was an inland sea , with its ripples glistening in the sunshine , and that the rocks were islands which studded it .
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As soon as I decently could , I made my way into the little formal garden where , once I had closed the windows behind me , I could listen in peace to the rival performance of a blackbird , singing to his wife above the halfopen tulips ...
As soon as I decently could , I made my way into the little formal garden where , once I had closed the windows behind me , I could listen in peace to the rival performance of a blackbird , singing to his wife above the halfopen tulips ...
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For I knew that when night fell , skilfully placed lights would flood the garden - front of the house and a posse of night - watchmen , attended by some of Sultan's less amiable relatives , would pad back and forth along the frontiers ...
For I knew that when night fell , skilfully placed lights would flood the garden - front of the house and a posse of night - watchmen , attended by some of Sultan's less amiable relatives , would pad back and forth along the frontiers ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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