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V: Friendly Spying' 



IN the formal days of the eighteenth century 

 every visit to a garden was a personally con- 

 ducted tour. There was no dropping in and pok- 

 ing about in our intrusive modern fashion; no 

 roving eye caught and drawn by some glad bit 

 of color, no triumph of discovery. Perspectives 

 in those days were solemn matters and permitted 

 of no prying. Vistas repelled all unmannerly ad- 

 vances and allowed no intimacies of approach. 

 One was led with decorous steps from labyrinth 



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