Excerpt from Ariadne The Story of a Dream
If this wall were mine, I should throw it down for their sakes, I said to Hilarion; though, to be sure, by the time it came down, every poor helianthus would each be dead with frost.
Would you sacrifice my peaches for those weeds Crispin, you should have been born a poet. You are improvident enough for one. Taste those peaches. That one is the Magdelaine Blanche, and that yonder is the Pucelle de Malines. Are you learned in fruit I am when I am in France. But here, you have no great gardening. Everything grows too easily. Your husbandry is like your brains! Will you hear the boy play said Hilarion, stretching himself at ease, amongst the bronze foliage of the magnolia boughs.
The boy played, and beautifully. Hilarion listened with closed eyes.
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