BookRix

It Was Late Summer-Time, And The Perfume Of Flowers Stole Into The
Darkened room Through The Half-Opened window. The Sunlight Forced
Its Way Through A Chink In the Blind, And Stretched across The Floor
In Strange Zigzag Fashion. From Without Came The Pleasant Murmur
Of Bees And Many Lazier Insects Floating over The Gorgeous Flower
Beds, Resting for A While On The Clematis Which Had Made The Piazza
A Blaze Of Purple Splendour. And Inside, In a High-Backed chair,
There Sat A Man, His Arms Folded, His Eyes Fixed steadily Upon
Vacancy.