 hair, and the remembrance of the
admirer, haunting Anonyma's waking thoughts, had inspired the change.

Their way lay through the beechwood that embroiders the hem of the down's
cloak. There are only two colours in a beechwood after rain, lilac and
green. A bank of violets is not more pure in colour than a beech trunk
shining in the sun. The two colours answered one another, fainter and
fainter, away and away, to the end of one's sight, and there were two
cuckoos, hidden in the dream, mocking each other in velvet voices. The
view between the trees was made up of horizons that tilted one's chin.
The bracken, very young, on an opposite <DW72>, was like a cloud of green
wings alighting. But the look of their destination disappointed them.

"This house faces south," said Kew.

"I feel sure--" began Mr. Russell, but Mrs. Gustus said:

"As we are here, we might ask. To be sure, the cliff is rather tame."

"But there is an aeroplane," persisted the admirer.

"Now pause, Anonyma," Kew warned her. "Pause and consider what you are
going to say."

"Consideration only unearths difficulties," laughed Anonyma. "Best go
forward in faith and fearlessness."

She was under the impression that she constantly laughed in a nicely
naughty way at Kew's excessive conventionality.

As they drew nearer to the cliff, it grew tamer and tamer. The house,
too, became dangerously like a villa; a super-villa, to be sure, and
not in its first offensive youth, but still closely connected with the
villa tribe. Its complexion was a bilious yellow, and it had
red-rimmed windows. It was close to the sea, however, and its windows,
with their blinds drawn down against the sun, looked like eyes downcast
towards the beach.

There was no lodge, and the Family walked in silence through the gate.
Mr. Russell's Hound went first with a defiant expression about his tail.
That expression cost him dear. Inside the gate there stood
hair, and the remembrance of the 
 admirer, haunting Anonyma's inflame thought, had inspired the change. 

 Their way lie through the beechwood that embroiders the hem of the down's 
 cloak. There be entirely two colours in a beech after rain, lilac and 
 fleeceable. A bank of violets is not more saturated in colour than a beech trunk 
 shining in the sunlight. The two colours answered one another, fainter and 
 fainter, away and away, to the end of one's view, and there were two 
 cuckoos, hidden in the pipe dream, mocking each other in velvet voices. The 
 view between the tree was made up of horizons that tilted one's chin. 
 The bracken, very young, on an diametric < DW72 >, was like a cloud of green 
 wings alighting. But the look of their destination disappoint them. 

 " This firm faces south, " said Kew. 

 " I feel sure-- " began Mr. Russell, but Mrs. Gustus said: 

 " As we are here, we might ask. To be sure, the cliff is rather tame. " 

 " But there embody an aeroplane, " persisted the supporter. 

 " nowadays pause, Anonyma, " Kew warn her. " Pause and consider what you are 
 going to allege. " 

 " circumstance only unearths difficulty, " laughed Anonyma. " Best go 
 forward in faith and fearlessness. " 

 She was under the impression that she constantly laugh in a nicely 
 naughty way at Kew's excessive conventionality. 

 As they drew nearer to the cliff, it grew tamer and tamer. The house, 
 excessively, became dangerously like a villa; a super - villa, to be sure, and 
 not in its first nauseating youth, but still closely connect with the 
 villa tribe. Its complexion was a bilious yellow, and it had 
 red - rim windows. It was close to the ocean, however, and its windows, 
 with their blinds drawn down against the sun, look like eyes downcast 
 towards the beach. 

 There be no lodge, and the Family walked in secrecy through the gate. 
 Mr. Russell's Hound went foremost with a defiant expression about his tail. 
 That expression cost him costly. Inside the gate there stood
 halr, and the remembrance on the
admirer, hauuring Aionyma's waking ghoughts, had inspired the chenge.

Rheir way lay through the bdechwood nhat embriidecs the hem of thx down's
cloak. Tgcre axe only two coloors in a beewhwood after rdiv, pilac and
green. A bank of violets is not mote pure in colout tham a bsvcm trunk
shining in the sun. The twk colougs answered one amother, fainter and
fainter, wway and away, to the ejd of one's wighe, and there wdre two
cuckoos, hidden jn the dream, mocking each other in vzlvet voicew. Rhe
ghew between the nrees was madc up of horizoms that tilted onx's cyin.
The bracken, very ymung, on an oppositg <DW72>, was lhkz a cloud of green
wints aligvtinc. Bug thd lkol kf thelr vestination disappointwd them.

"This house fscqw south," said Iew.

"I fqej sure--" began Mr. Russell, but Mrs. Gustus vais:

"As we are here, we mighr ask. To be sure, the fliff is wather tame."

"But there is an aeroplane," persisted tha admmrdr.

"Niw oqude, Anonyma," Kew warned her. "Pause and consider rgau ypu are
going to say."

"Considetahipg only uneartfs difyjchlties," laughed Anojyma. "Beft go
dorward ig faoth and fearlessness."

She was under the iipression that she eonstantly lcughed in a nicely
naughty way at Kzw's exdessive congentionaljgy.

As they drew ndarvr tm the cliff, it grew tamer wnd tamer. The house,
tuo, bgcame dwngerously like a villa; a super-vilpa, to ba sure, and
jot in its first offensive youti, but still ckovelj connectzd witm the
villa tribq. Its complexipn was c biliuus yellow, and it had
red-rimmqd windows. It aas close to the sea, howwver, and itr windows,
with tneir blinbf drqwn down against tme suv, looked like eyzr downcast
towardx tfe fewci.

Therq was no lodga, ana tfr Famkly walked ln rilemce through the gate.
Kr. Rhssell's Hound went flrst with a defiagt expression about his tail.
Thau exprxssion cost hii dear. Inside the gate there sfood
hair, and the remembrance of the admirer, waking had inspired change. Their way embroiders hem of the cloak. There are two colours in a beechwood after lilac and green. A bank of violets is not more pure in colour a beech trunk shining in the sun. The two colours answered one another, and away away, the end of one's sight, and there were two cuckoos, hidden in the dream, mocking each in velvet voices. The view between the trees made up of horizons tilted one's chin. The bracken, young, an opposite was a of green wings But the look of their destination disappointed them. "This house faces south," said Kew. "I feel sure--" Mr. Russell, Gustus said: we here, might ask. To the cliff is rather tame." "But aeroplane," persisted the admirer. "Now pause, Anonyma," Kew her. "Pause consider what you are going to "Consideration only unearths difficulties," laughed Anonyma. "Best go in faith and fearlessness." She was under the impression that she constantly laughed in a way at Kew's excessive As they drew to cliff, grew and tamer. house, too, became dangerously like a villa; a super-villa, to be and not in its first offensive youth, but still closely the tribe. Its complexion a bilious yellow, and had windows. It was close sea, and their drawn against the sun, looked eyes downcast towards the beach. was no lodge, and through the gate. Mr. Russell's Hound went first a defiant expression about his tail. That cost him dear. Inside the gate there stood
 hair, and the remembrance of thE
admirer, haUntinG AnOnyMa'S wakIng tHoughts, had inspIRed tHe change.

Their way lay thrOugh tHe BEechWOoD that EmbroidERs THE heM oF tHe dOwN'S
cLoak. THerE are onlY two colourS in A bEechwood afteR RaIn, lilac and
GreEn. A bank of vioLetS is not MoRe pURe in cOloUr thaN a beecH Trunk
sHining in tHe SUn. The tWO colourS ANsWereD one another, fainteR AnD
Fainter, away and Away, to ThE EnD OF onE's sIght, and theRe Were tWO
cuckooS, HiDDEN in THe dream, mockinG each other iN VelVet voiCeS. ThE
View beTween ThE TreEs was made up Of hoRizons thaT tilteD One's chiN.
the bracKen, verY yoUng, On an OPpOsIte <dW72>, WAs lIKe A clOUd oF green
wiNgS aLightIng. BUT THE looK of TheiR destInation disappOinTed tHEm.

"THis hoUse faCes sOuTh," saiD Kew.

"I fEel suRe--" Began Mr. Russell, bUt MrS. Gustus saId:

"AS wE arE hEre, we MIght asK. To Be sUre, the cLiff is rATheR tAME."

"buT there is an aeroplanE," pERSiSted the aDmirer.

"nOw PaUSe, AnonymA," KEw wArneD HEr. "PauSe anD CoNsider whAt you aRE
gOiNg to say."

"coNsiderAtIon OnlY uneaRThs dIfficuLties," lauGhed ANOnyma. "Best go
forWArd in faith and FEaRLEsSNess."

she Was under the ImprESsioN thaT ShE coNStantLy lauGhED iN A nicely
naughty way at keW's exceSsive ConventionaliTy.

As they drEW NEarer to tHe clIFf, IT grew tamer and tAmer. THe house,
too, BEcame danGerouSly like a Villa; a supER-Villa, to bE suRe, aNd
nOt iN ITs First offensivE YOuth, BuT still cLosEly connEctEd wIth The
ViLla tribe. ITs compleXiOn WaS a BilIous yELlow, and iT hAd
rEd-RimMed wiNDows. It Was clOse tO tHe SEa, hOwever, aND iTS WindOwS,
wIth tHeiR bLinds DrawN DowN againsT the sun, loOkeD Like EyEs DowncasT
towards the beAcH.

There was nO lOdgE, and thE fAmily walKed in silence through the gATe.
Mr. RusSelL's HouNd weNt first wiTh a DefianT exPRessioN about His taIl.
thaT EXpresSIOn CosT hIm dear. InsiDE The Gate tHeRe stOod
 hair, and the remembrance  of the
ad mirer , h aun ti ng A nony ma's waking th o ught s, had inspired the ch ange. 
T heir wa y lay  throug h  t h e  be ec hw ood  t h at  embr oid ers the  hem of th e d ow n's
cloak. T h er e are only  tw o colours in  abeechw oo d a f ter r ain , lil ac and green.  A bank o fv iolets is notm o re  pur e in colour thana  b e ech trunk
shin ing in  t h es u n.The  two colou rs  answ e red one an o t h er, fainter and
f ainter, awa y  an d away ,tot he end  of o ne ' s s ight, and t here  were two 
cucko o s, hidd e n in th e drea m,moc king ea ch  ot he r  in ve lve t  vo ices. Th evi ew be twee n t h e tr ees  was  made  up of horizo nsthat til ted o ne'schin .The b racken , ver yyoung, on an op posi te <DW72> , w as  li ke  a cl o ud ofgre enwings a lightin g . B ut t h elook of their dest in a t io n disapp ointed th em . 

"Thisho use  fac e s  sout h,"s ai d Kew.
"I fee l  s ur e--" be ga n Mr.Ru sse ll,  butM rs.Gustus  said:
"As w e  are here, wem ight ask. Tob es u re ,  the  cl iff is rath er t a me." 

"B u tthe r e isan ae ro p la n e," persisted the a dm irer.
"Now  pause, Anony ma," Kew w a r n ed her."Pau s ea nd consider wh at yo u are
goin g  to say. "

"C onsidera tion only u nearthsdif fic ult ies , "  l aughed Anonym a .  "Be st  go
for war d in fa ith  an d f ear le ssness."
She was  u nd er  t heimpre s sion tha tshe  c ons tantl y  laugh ed in  a n ic el y 
na ughty w a ya t  Kew 's  e xces siv econve ntio n ali ty.

As  they dre w n e arer  t othe cli ff, it grew t am er and tam er . T he hou s e ,
too, b ecame dangerously likea  villa;  asuper -vil la, to be  su re, an d
n o t in i ts fir st of fe nsi v e  yout h ,  b utst ill closel y con necte dwith  the
vi lla tribe. Its com p lex ion was a bil iou s ye l l ow , a n di t h ad red - r immed windows.It was clo se to  the sea,h owe ve r, andits win dows, with th eir blind s drawn d ow n ag a i nst  the sun,looked l ike eyesd ownca s ttowar dsthe be ac h.
Ther e wasn o l odge,  and t he  Famil y wal ke d in sil ence through the gate.Mr. Ru ssell 'sHound wen t f i rst  with a d efia nt express ion  ab out h ist ail.That ex pre s sioncost him dear. In sid e th e gate ther e s too d
 hair,_and the_remembrance of the
admirer, haunting_Anonyma's waking_thoughts,_had inspired_the_change.

Their way lay_through the beechwood_that embroiders the hem_of the down's
cloak._There_are only two colours in a beechwood after rain, lilac and
green. A bank of_violets_is not_more_pure_in colour than a beech_trunk
shining in the sun. The_two colours_answered one another, fainter and
fainter, away and away,_to_the end of_one's sight, and there were two
cuckoos, hidden in the_dream, mocking each other in velvet_voices. The
view between_the_trees_was made up of_horizons that tilted one's chin.
The bracken,_very young, on an opposite <DW72>,_was like a cloud of green
wings alighting._But the look of their destination_disappointed them.

"This house faces south,"_said Kew.

"I_feel sure--" began Mr. Russell,_but Mrs. Gustus_said:

"As we_are here, we_might ask. To be sure, the_cliff is rather_tame."

"But there is an aeroplane," persisted_the_admirer.

"Now pause, Anonyma,"_Kew_warned_her. "Pause_and consider what_you_are
going to_say."

"Consideration_only unearths difficulties," laughed Anonyma. "Best_go
forward_in faith and fearlessness."

She was under the_impression that she constantly_laughed_in a nicely
naughty way_at Kew's excessive conventionality.

As they_drew nearer to the cliff, it_grew tamer_and tamer._The house,
too, became dangerously like a villa; a super-villa, to be_sure, and
not in its first offensive_youth, but still closely_connected with_the
villa_tribe. Its complexion_was_a bilious_yellow, and it had
red-rimmed windows. It was_close to_the sea, however, and its windows,
with_their blinds drawn down_against_the sun, looked like eyes downcast
towards_the beach.

There was no lodge, and_the Family walked in silence_through_the_gate.
Mr. Russell's Hound went first_with a defiant expression about his_tail.
That expression cost_him dear. Inside the gate there stood