The Price He Paid — page 62: what you’re looking at

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LIVING IN REBELLION. 53 tone of spirited defiance. She took up her hat and parasol from the table, and prepared to depart. “Where are you going?” asked her. mother. “Only into the garden for half an hour. Itis too hot here in these rooms.” | The baroness protested. She wished to have the grave question of the toilet settled first, but Gabrielle seemed to have lost all interest init for that day, and was, besides, too much accustomed to follow the bent of her own caprices even to heed the objection. Next minute she hurried away. The garden lay at the back of the castle, and was bounded by its walls on one side, while on the other it stretched away to the edge of the steeply sloping hill. The high fortification walls, which had formerly closed it in on this side also, had been taken down, and were now replaced by a low para- pet completely clothed in ivy. A full, free view could thus be had of the surrounding country. Below lay the valley, here widening to its fullest breadth, and displaying to the eye of the spectator its picturesque sites and varied beauties. The castle-mount was famed for its prospect far and wide. The garden itself still bore traces of those long-by-gone times when it had served as a pleasure- ground to the medizeval stronghold. Somewhat narrow, somewhat dusky, and very limited in space, it was neither bright with sunshine nor gay with flowers. One rarer charm, however, it. could boast. Majestic ancient limes shaded its walks, and alto- gether screened it from view; not even from the castle windows could it be overlooked. Those leafy giants, the limes, had struck root in the soil more than a century before; their grand old trunks had weathered many a storm, and the mighty branches which formed their crests were interwoven in one vast thick canopy, through which but few sunbeams pierced their way. The whole space beneath lay in broad, deep shade. Hardly a flower throve in this dim retreat, but under foot wasa pleasant stretch of lawn dotted here and there by clumps of bushes, from the midst Eomicbooks (E(0)