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Title: An English honeymoon
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Wharton, Anne Hollingsworth, 1845- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Philadelphia and London J. B. Lippincott company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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h^^the best little laugh upon her face that everplayed in opposition to the fountain and beatit all to nothing/ And then, by pure accidentin this most **unlikely spot, as Tom says, thelover appeared instead of the brother. AsJohn Westlock overtook the dainty little figurein the ^^sanctuary of Garden Court andwalked off with her, ^Merrily the fountainleaped and danced, and merrily the smilingdimples twinkled and expanded more and more,until they broke into a laugh against the basinrim, and vanished. The fountain could not have leaped anddanced more merrily for Dickens happy loversthan it leaped and danced and plashed for usto-day, throwing its spray high into the sunlitair and sprinkling with its diamond drops themany doves that were bathing and preeningupon the brim, as in Plinys famous basin inRome. It was so cool and refreshing in this Court,under the shade of the great trees, here in thevery heart of London, with no sound to breakthe stillness save the plashing of the fountain, 198
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SIX DAYS IN LONDON that we were tempted to linger long. Some-where over beyond the Brick Court Johnsononce lived, and behind us in the Crown EowOffices Charles Lamb was born, in the midstof all that he afterward so loved, and beneathus, at the foot of the stone steps, is the richgreen lawn of the Temple Gardens. Here,where there is a blaze of color to-day, scarletand pink geraniums, the largest fuchsias Ihave ever seen, and lobelias as blue as the seaat Naples, in this fair garden, were plucked the**red and white roses of York and Lancaster.So Shakespeare tells us and so we believe; forWarwick says,— This brawl today,Grown to this faction in the Temple Garden,Shall send, beneath the red roses and the white,A thousand souls to death and deadly night. The green lawn slopes down to the VictoriaEmbankment and beyond is the Thames, onwhose proud stream afloat passed many gaypageants to and from Westminster, and manya sorrowful company to the Tower below. We had some luncheon at a chop ho

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