1 He was examining a branch of a standard rose and he shook his head.
2 Mary Lennox knew they were roses because she had seen a great many roses in India.
3 There were numbers of standard roses which had so spread their branches that they were like little trees.
4 One of th worst fits he ever had," said Martha, "was one time they took him out where the roses is by the fountain.
5 He said something about roses just as she was going away and it reminded her of the ones he had said he had been fond of.
6 Already nearly all the weeds were cleared out of the garden and most of the roses and trees had been pruned or dug about.
7 If the garden was a secret and we could get into it we could watch the things grow bigger every day, and see how many roses are alive.
8 The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses which were so thick that they were matted together.
9 He thought that as he sat and breathed in the scent of the late roses and listened to the lapping of the water at his feet he heard a voice calling.
10 They were working industriously round one of the biggest standard roses when he caught sight of something which made him utter an exclamation of surprise.
11 Mary ate her dinner as quickly as she could and when she rose from the table she was going to run to her room to put on her hat again, but Martha stopped her.
12 Late roses climbed and hung and clustered and the sunshine deepening the hue of the yellowing trees made one feel that one, stood in an embowered temple of gold.
13 All that troubled her was her wish that she knew whether all the roses were dead, or if perhaps some of them had lived and might put out leaves and buds as the weather got warmer.
14 Seeing him talking to a stranger, the little bushy-tailed animal rose from its place under the tree and came to him, and the rook, cawing once, flew down from its branch and settled quietly on his shoulder.
15 Once she crept into the dining-room and found it empty, though a partly finished meal was on the table and chairs and plates looked as if they had been hastily pushed back when the diners rose suddenly for some reason.
16 There were neither leaves nor roses on them now and Mary did not know whether they were dead or alive, but their thin gray or brown branches and sprays looked like a sort of hazy mantle spreading over everything, walls, and trees, and even brown grass, where they had fallen from their fastenings and run along the ground.
17 There were other trees in the garden, and one of the things which made the place look strangest and loveliest was that climbing roses had run all over them and swung down long tendrils which made light swaying curtains, and here and there they had caught at each other or at a far-reaching branch and had crept from one tree to another and made lovely bridges of themselves.
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