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studies of herbs and such things, for he believes that 

 in spite of some great discoveries it will be proven 

 that the old simples are the most enduring medicines.' 



"As she spoke she was leading the way, with that 

 peculiar undulating progress, like a cloud blown 

 over the earth's surface, that I had noticed at first. 

 Then we came out from under the shade of the trees 

 into the garden enclosure and I saw borders and beds, 

 but chiefly borders, stretching and curving everywhere, 

 screening all the fences, approaching the house, and 

 when almost there retreating in graceful lines into 

 the shelter of the trees. The growth had the luxu- 

 rianse of a jungle, and yet there was nothing weedy 

 or awry about it, and as the breeze blew toward us 

 the combination of many odours, both pungent and 

 sweet, was almost overpowering. 



"'You very seldom wore a buttonhole flower, but 

 when you did it was a safrano bud or else a white jas- 

 mine,' Mrs. Marchant said, wheeling suddenly and 

 looking at Martin with a gaze that did not stop where 

 he stood, but went through and beyond him ; ' it was 

 Dr. Russell who always wore a pink ! See ! I have 

 both here!' and going up to a tea-rose bush, grown 

 to the size of a shrub and lightly fastened to the side 

 of the house, she gathered a few shell-like buds and 



