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Answering the Call of the Flower (Lady of the FountainI)
… she walks through the rusty yawning gate and goes on up the greensward terraces and on along the dusty trace in the shade beneath the high trees' rustling foliage, and she stands still at the crossway in the dusk, and turns her head to look at the green slanting slope above, the trace curving down before her, and then she slowly goes down the timeworn moss-mottled grey steps remembering when she was a child and went there to play …