Then I have had two long beds made in the grass on either side of the semicircle, each sown with mignonette, and one filled with Marie van Houtte, and the other with Jules Finger and the Bride; and in a warm corner under the drawing-room windows is a bed of Madame Lambard, Madame de Watteville, and Comtesse Riza du Parc; while farther down the garden, sheltered on the north and west by a group of beeches and lilacs, is another large bed, containing Rubens, Madame Joseph Schwartz, and the Hen.
And what can life in town offer in the way of pleasure to equal the delight of any one of the calm evenings I have had this month sitting alone at the foot of the verandah steps, with the perfume of young larches all about, and the May moon hanging low over the beeches, and the beautiful silence made only more profound in its peace by the croaking of distant frogs and hooting of owls?
"Fir!" shouted Tom; "why, you don't mean to say, young un, you don't know a beech
when you see one?"
"For two days after my arrival at the Copper Beeches my life was very quiet; on the third, Mrs.
On the very first day that I was at the Copper Beeches, Mr.
I was standing, rapt in the peaceful beauty of the scene, when I was aware that something was moving under the shadow of the copper beeches. As it emerged into the moonshine I saw what it was.
"We shall be at the Copper Beeches by seven o'clock, my friend and I.
We were as good as our word, for it was just seven when we reached the Copper Beeches, having put up our trap at a wayside public-house.
And thus was solved the mystery of the sinister house with the copper beeches in front of the door.
He stood watching her as she passed along the avenue under the beeches
. Once, when she came into a band of sunlight at a gap in the trees, she made so pretty a figure in her spring dress of violet and white that his eyes kindled as he gazed.
It was along the broadest of these paths that Arthur Donnithorne passed, under an avenue of limes and beeches
. It was a still afternoon--the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs, only glancing down here and there on the purple pathway and its edge of faintly sprinkled moss: an afternoon in which destiny disguises her cold awful face behind a hazy radiant veil, encloses us in warm downy wings, and poisons us with violet- scented breath.
, 51, was jailed at Newcastle Crown Court for inventing an elaborate fantasy about murder and abuse committed by powerful politicians, celebrities and Army top brass in the 1970s and 1980s.
THE sorry saga of Carl Beech
leaves few people with credit - with the exception of the Northumbria Police officers who expertly unpicked Beech
, 51, was jailed atNewcastle Crown Courtfor inventing an elaborate fantasy about murder and abuse committed by powerful politicians, celebrities and Army top brass in the 1970s and 1980s.