Chapter 6

           Feelinggoodfromtherosywineatlunch,NicoleDiverfoldedherarmshighenoughfortheartificialcamelliaonhershouldertotouchhercheek,andwentoutintoherlovelygrasslessgarden.Thegardenwasboundedononesidebythehouse,fromwhichitflowedandintowhichitran,ontwosidesbytheoldvillage,andonthelastbytheclifffallingbyledgestothesea.

           Alongthewallsonthevillagesideallwasdusty,thewrigglingvines,thelemonandeucalyptustrees,thecasualwheel-barrow,leftonlyamomentsince,butalreadygrownintothepath,atrophiedandfaintlyrotten.Nicolewasinvariablysomewhatsurprisedthatbyturningintheotherdirectionpastabedofpeoniesshewalkedintoanareasogreenandcoolthattheleavesandpetalswerecurledwithtenderdamp.

           Knottedatherthroatsheworealilacscarfthatevenintheachromaticsunshinecastitscoloruptoherfaceanddownaroundhermovingfeetinalilacshadow.Herfacewashard,almoststern,saveforthesoftgleamofpiteousdoubtthatlookedfromhergreeneyes.Heroncefairhairhaddarkened,butshewasloveliernowattwenty-fourthanshehadbeenateighteen,whenherhairwasbrighterthanshe.

           FollowingawalkmarkedbyanintangiblemistofbloomthatfollowedthewhiteborderstonesshecametoaspaceoverlookingtheseawheretherewerelanternsasleepinthefigtreesandabigtableandwickerchairsandagreatmarketumbrellafromSienna,allgatheredaboutanenormouspine,thebiggesttreeinthegarden.Shepausedthereamoment,lookingabsentlyatagrowthofnasturtiumsandiristangledatitsfoot,asthoughsprungfromacarelesshandfulofseeds,listeningtotheplaintsandaccusationsofsomenurserysquabbleinthehouse.

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