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of misty grayness, they turn their gaze inward; and when by chance they
do look out their impressions are ten times more vivid than are those of
ordinary people.

To me that seems a little paradoxical.

But it is true that sometimes an enveloping darkness aids one to clearer
vision; as in a panorama building, for example, where the obscurity
about the entrance prepares one better for the climax, and gives the
scene depicted a more real and vivid appearance.

In the course of my life I would without doubt have been less impressed
by the ever shifting phantasmagoria of existence had I not begun my
journey in a place almost without distinctive color, in a tranquil
corner of the most commonplace little town, receiving an education
austerely pious; and where my longest journey was bounded by the forests
of Limoise (as wonderful to me as a primeval forest) and by the shores
of the island of Oleron, that seemed very immense when I went to it to
visit my aged aunts.

But after all is said, it was in the yard about our house that I passed
the happiest of my summers--it seemed to me that that was my particular
kingdom, and I adored it.

It was in truth a beautiful yard, much more sunny and airy than the
majority of city gardens. Its long avenue of green and flowery branches,
that overtopped the heads of the neighboring fruit trees, was bordered
on the south by a low and ancient wall over which grew roses and
honeysuckles. The long leafy avenue gave the impression of great depth,
and its perspective melted into a bower of vines and jasmine bushes
that in turn became a great verdant place, which came to an end at a
storehouse of ancient construction, whose gray stones were hidden under
ivy vines.

Ah! How I loved that garden, and how much I still love it!

I believe the keenest, earliest memories are of the beautiful long
summer evenings. Oh! the return from a walk during those long, clear
twilights that certainly were more delicious than are those of
to-day. What joy to re-enter that yard which the thorn-apples and the
honeysuckles filled with the sweetest odor, to enter and see from the
gate all the long avenue of tangled greenness. Through an opening in a
bower of Virginia Creeper I could see the rosy splendor of the setting
sun; and somewhat removed in the gathering shadows of the foliage, there
were distinguishable three or four persons. The persons, it is
true, were very quiet and they were dressed in black, but