Great
tracts of the earth lay now beneath the autumn sun, and the whole of England, from the
bald moors to the Cornish rocks, was lit up from dawn to sunset, and showed in
stretches of yellow, green, and purple. Under
that illumination even the roofs of the great towns glittered. In thousands of small gardens, millions of
dark-red flowers were blooming, until the old ladies who had tended them so
carefully came down the paths with their scissors, snipped through their juicy
stalks, and laid them upon cold stone ledges in
the village church.
The Voyage Out (31)
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