1 "Discussing the cesspool," said Mr. Oliver.
2 "She walks in beauty like the night," he quoted.
3 I remember," the old man interrupted, "my mother.
4 There were the graves in the churchyard to prove it.
5 At the tennis party she had felt this, and at the Bazaar.
6 Mrs. Haines was aware of the emotion circling them, excluding her.
7 The county council had promised to bring water to the village, but they hadn't.
8 She waited, as one waits for the strain of an organ to die out before leaving church.
9 Her family, she told the old man in the arm-chair, had lived near Liskeard for many centuries.
10 It was over sixty years ago, he told them, that his mother had given him the works of Byron in that very room.
11 It was a summer's night and they were talking, in the big room with the windows open to the garden, about the cesspool.
12 It was a daylight bird, chuckling over the substance and succulence of the day, over worms, snails, grit, even in sleep.
13 In the car going home to the red villa in the cornfields, she would destroy it, as a thrush pecks the wings off a butterfly.
14 Allowing ten seconds to intervene, she rose; paused; and then, as if she had heard the last strain die out, offered Mrs. Giles Oliver her hand.
15 But his snow-white breast was circled with a tangle of dirty duckweed; and she too, in her webbed feet was entangled, by her husband, the stockbroker.
16 The old man in the arm-chair--Mr. Oliver, of the Indian Civil Service, retired--said that the site they had chosen for the cesspool was, if he had heard aright, on the Roman road.
17 From an aeroplane, he said, you could still see, plainly marked, the scars made by the Britons; by the Romans; by the Elizabethan manor house; and by the plough, when they ploughed the hill to grow wheat in the Napoleonic wars.
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