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every side. She looks up at him out of the 
bracken with an aspect not very different from 
what she wore at the Prime, and if he wishes to 
spoil her—well, he has to do it for himself! 
This to many excellent gardeners would seem 
a poor compensation for a sadly unproductive 
soil, and a deplorable lack of summer moisture. 
There are others, however, to whom a certain 
sense of indwelling peace, a certain feeling of 
underlying harmony, are the first of all require- 
ments. Now both of these are more easily found 
than made. 
