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The garden in front of their house, where Helena aiting for histone pave up to the

door by the side of the lawn On either hand the high fence of the

garden was heavy ild clematis and honeysuckle Helena sat

sideways, with a map spread out on her bench under the bushy little

laburnus It was very

still There was just ain and out the brilliant

little porches of nasturtiurey; in their delicate shade, underneath in the green

twilight, a feers shone their subnonette Helena, like a white butterfly in the

shade, her thite ar firmly to the bench,

leaned over her map She was busy, very busy, out of sheer happiness

She traced word after word, and evoked scene after scene As she

discovered a name, she conjured up the place As sheand falling happily

She aiting for Siegmund, yet his hand upon the latch startled her