1 Under the arbor sat the married women, their dark dresses decorous notes in the surrounding color and gaiety.
2 Under the arbor, the deaf old gentleman from Fayetteville punched India.
3 Then an ominous murmuring arose in the crowd and from under the arbor came a humming as unmistakable as that of a hive of newly disturbed bees.
4 India rose tiredly from her seat beneath the arbor and went toward the angry Stuart Tarleton.
5 All the ladies except Mrs. Tarleton moved out of the back yard, leaving the shade of oaks and arbor to the men.
6 From the window on the landing, she could see the group of men sitting under the arbor, drinking from tall glasses, and she knew they would remain there until late afternoon.
7 Through the wide bay window on the lawn she could see the men still lounging in their chairs under the trees and in the shade of the arbor.
8 The Yankee lay in the shallow pit Scarlett had scraped out under the scuppernong arbor.
9 There was a bare track worn from the arbor at the far end of the yard to the hurdle, and all morning long the yard resounded with excited yells.
10 "So are you," said Bonnie generously and, hammering a heel into Mr. Butler's ribs, she galloped down the yard toward the arbor.
11 The poplar foliage had the downiness of a Corot arbor; the green and silver trunks were as candid as the birches, as slender and lustrous as the limbs of a Pierrot.
12 Tom and Eva were seated on a little mossy seat, in an arbor, at the foot of the garden.
13 The young man stopped suddenly, looked around him, and perceived Caderousse sitting at table with Danglars, under an arbor.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 3. The Catalans. 14 Fernand wiped away the perspiration steaming from his brow, and slowly entered the arbor, whose shade seemed to restore somewhat of calmness to his senses, and whose coolness somewhat of refreshment to his exhausted body.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 3. The Catalans. 15 When they had advanced about twenty yards, Danglars looked back and saw Fernand stoop, pick up the crumpled paper, and putting it into his pocket then rush out of the arbor towards Pillon.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 4. Conspiracy.