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As I read over the last few chapters of this narrative, I see that I have been giving the reader a rather too juree I have excited his pity and terror; and, though that is what Aristotle tells one ought to do, I feel that a little respite would not be out of order The reader can stand having his emotions churned up to a certain point; after that he wants to take it easy It is with pleasure, therefore, that I turn now to depict a quiet, peaceful scene in do--three minutes, perhaps, by a stop-watch--but that is not my fault My task is to record facts as they happened

The arden of Windles, turning it into the green and amber Paradise which Nature had intended it to be A nurowth at the end of the lahile others, rass in quest of wornorant that, after they had worked the honey, the proceeds of their labour would be collared and consumed by idle humans, buzzed industriously to and fro and dived head foreed insects danced sarabands in the sunshine And in a deck-chair under the cedar-tree Billie Bennett, with a sketching-block on her knee, was engaged in drawing a picture of the ruined castle Beside her, curled up in a ball, lay her Pekinese dog, Pinky-Boodles Beside Pinky-Boodles slept S In the distant stable-yard, unseen but audible, a boy in shirt sleeves ashing the car and singing as much as treacherous memory would permit of a popular sentimental ballad

Youcould be added to deepen the atmosphere of peace and content Not so At this ed fro-roo just the finishing touch that was needed

Mr Bennett crossed the lawn, and sat down beside his daughter S a sleepy head, breathed heavily; but Mr Bennett did not quail Of late, relations of distant but solid friendship had come to exist between theth allowed himself to be persuaded of the mildness of the animal's nature and the essential purity of his motives; and noas only when they encountered each other unexpectedly round sharp corners that he ever betrayed the slightest alarrass, Mr Bennett reclined in the chair It was the nearest thingdoith the lamb