Henry Bordeaux,
The house
(1914)
“ I got up and ran to seek it in the chestnut grove. The dinner bell rang and I turned back. A quantity of things that I had never noticed before impressed themselves upon my mind: the tone of the bell, the rosy tint of the sky between the branches, the long sprays of clematis drooping from the balcony, the lack of symmetry in the windows, and even the creaking of the door as I pushed it open, though it must always have [Pg 86] creaked just so. With fierce ardour I was discovering all that I was about to lose. ”
