1 She seemed pleased and went into the garden for some roots and plants, which she placed in water, and then upon the fire.
2 She continued with her foster parents and bloomed in their rude abode, fairer than a garden rose among dark-leaved brambles.
3 At other times he worked in the garden, but as there was little to do in the frosty season, he read to the old man and Agatha.
4 The vegetables in the gardens, the milk and cheese that I saw placed at the windows of some of the cottages, allured my appetite.
5 I observed, with pleasure, that he did not go to the forest that day, but spent it in repairing the cottage and cultivating the garden.
6 She afterwards continued her work, whilst the young man went into the garden and appeared busily employed in digging and pulling up roots.
7 Several new kinds of plants sprang up in the garden, which they dressed; and these signs of comfort increased daily as the season advanced.
8 Their nourishment consisted entirely of the vegetables of their garden and the milk of one cow, which gave very little during the winter, when its masters could scarcely procure food to support it.
9 He strove to shelter her, as a fair exotic is sheltered by the gardener, from every rougher wind and to surround her with all that could tend to excite pleasurable emotion in her soft and benevolent mind.
10 As night advanced I placed a variety of combustibles around the cottage, and after having destroyed every vestige of cultivation in the garden, I waited with forced impatience until the moon had sunk to commence my operations.