Out of the Past — page 132: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 129 “We shall return to Paris late in May, to go down to Porte Sauveur to take possession of the old house, which is being remodeled. You will have returned and must lose no time in coming to us. I am making no contracts for that time, although the English season looks alluring. I want to live with my happiness. “Adieu, my Pater.” With the coming of May, Benedict returned to the monastery; the Dinsmores came from the Reviera and went to Porte Sauveur, and Babette went with them. The cool freshness of spring still lent zest to the first warm days of early June. The house by the sea, now white and comely, spread in- viting piazzas over the greensward reclaimed from the golden sands. The summer-house wore a Japanese gala look in its flowering baskets swinging in its many alcoves. On a broad, low table within it, laid with white and silver, coffee and tea-urns were standing, hot with the spirit fires beneath them. “Rolls, Babette, rolls!” sang a musical voice within the house, “and be careful of your eggs. Oh, what a morn- ing!” cried Rose, coming to the open door with arms stretched across it and her head thrown back to the soft sea-wind. “No rush—no trams—no crowds—no duties but just our own—no concert to-night! And the sea, EORNNIE OOO Sri