A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
"Ma buoni uomini." He bowed. Certainly. Good men first, violets afterwards. They proceeded briskly through the undergrowth, which became thicker and thicker. They were nearing the edge of the promontory, and the view was stealing round them, but the brown network of the bushes shattered it into countless pieces. He was occupied in his cigar, and in holding back the pliant boughs. She was rejoicing in her escape from dullness. Not a step, not a twig, was unimportant to her. "What is that?" There was a voice in the wood, in the distance behind them. The voice of Mr. Eager? He shrugged his shoulders. An Italian's ignorance is sometimes more remarkable than his knowledge. She could not make him understand that perhaps they had missed the clergymen. The view was forming at last; she could discern the river, the golden plain, other
hills. "Eccolo!" he exclaimed. At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end. "Courage!" cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. "Courage and love." She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.
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hills.<br />
"Eccolo!" he exclaimed.<br />
At the same moment the ground gave way,<br />
and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light<br />
and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on<br />
to a little open terrace, which was covered<br />
with violets from end to end.<br />
"Courage!" cried her companion, now<br />
standing some six feet above. "Courage and<br />
love."<br />
She did not answer. From her feet the ground<br />
sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down<br />
in rivulets and streams and cataracts,<br />
irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying<br />
round the tree stems collecting into pools in<br />
the hollows, covering the grass with spots of<br />
azure foam. But never again were they in such<br />
profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the<br />
primal source whence beauty gushed out to<br />
water the earth.
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