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door in the wall bordering the orchard. I, supposing he had done
with me, prepared to return to the house; again, however, I heard
him call 'Jane!' He had opened the portal and stood at it, waiting for
me.
'Come where there is some freshness, for a few moments,' he said;
'that house is a mere dungeon: don't you feel it so?'
'It seems to me a splendid mansion, sir.'
'The glamour of inexperience is over your eyes,' he answered;
'and you see it through a charmed medium: you cannot discern that
the gilding is slime and the silk draperies cobwebs; that the marble
is sordid slate, and the polished woods mere refuse chips and scaly
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bark. Now here' (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered)
'all is real, sweet, and pure.'
He strayed down a walk edged with box, with apple trees, pear
trees, and cherry trees on one side, and a border on the other full of
all sorts of old-fashioned flowers, stocks, sweet-williams, primroses,
pansies, mingled with southernwood, sweet-briar, and various
fragrant herbs. They were fresh now as a succession of April showers
and gleams, followed by a lovely spring morning, could make them: mona lisa smile