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Chapter 2

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spanned it midway, and from there to its lower end, where an belt amber-hued belt of sand-hills shut it from the dark-blue gulf beyond, the water was a glory of many shifting hues(begin subscript) ^(end subscript)(begin superscript)V1(end superscript) Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir and maple and lay all darkly translucent in their wavering shadows. Here and there a wild plum leaned out from the bank like a white-clad girl tiptoeing to her own reflection. From the marsh at the head of the pond came the clear (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)mournfully(end superscript) sweet chorus of the frogs. There was a little grey house peering around a white apple orchard on a slope beyond and, although it was not yet quite dark, a light was shining from

 

 

LMM Notes

LMM Note V1
—the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever been found.