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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title: Saint’s Progress Author: John Galsworthy Release Date: June 14, 2006 [EBook #2683] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SAINT’S PROGRESS *** Produced by David Widger SAINTS PROGRESS By John Galsworthy PART I I Such a day made glad the heart.
All the flags of July were waving; the sun and the poppies flaming; white butterflies spiring up and twining, and the bees busy on the snapdragons.
The lime-trees were coming into flower.
Tall white lilies in the garden beds already rivaled the delphiniums; the York and Lancaster roses were full-blown round their golden hearts.
There was a gentle breeze, and a swish and stir and hum rose and fell above the head of Edward Pierson, coming back from his lonely ramble over Tintern Abbey.
He had arrived at Kestrel, his brother Robert’s home on the bank of the Wye only that morning, having stayed at Bath on the way down; and now he had got his face burnt in that parti-coloured way peculiar to the faces of those who have been too long in London.
As he came along the narrow, rather overgrown avenue, the sound of a waltz thrummed out on a piano fell on his ears, and he smiled, for music was the greatest passion he had.
His dark grizzled hair was pushed back off his hot brow, which he fanned with his straw hat.
Though not broad, that brow was the broadest part of a narrow oval face whose length was increased by a short, dark, pointed beard--a visage such as Vandyk might have painted, grave and gentle, but for its bright grey eyes, cinder-lashed and crow’s-footed, and its strange look of not seeing what was before it.
He walke...

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