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greensward was as sort as velvet to look at,
and up at the manor-house, which rises in front
of the garden like a little palace, there was, in
the rooms and saloon, everything that the
English call comfort.
We did not find the host at home; but
hospitality is always the house-fairy here. We
had everything good and homely. Fish and
wild fowl were placed before us, steaming and
fragrant, and almost as quickly as in beautiful
enchanted palaces. The garden itself was a
piece of enchantment. Here stood three
transplanted beech-trees, and they throve well. The
sharp north wind had rounded off the tops of
the wild chesnut-trees of the avenue in a
singular manner: they looked as if they had
been under the gardener’s shears. Golden-yellow
oranges hung in the conservatory; the splendid
southern exotics had to-day got the windows
hall open, so that the artificial warmth met the
fresh, warm, sunny air of the northern summer.
That branch of the Dal-elv which goes
round the garden is strewn with small islands,
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