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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

III
There was a taste of warmth in the air. The crocuses would be dying now at Westaways, their task fulfilled, their fading purple and gold dipped in a last salute to the sun. Bravely they had seen the winter out, and, dying, had handed on the torch to the waiting daffodils. Green spires on Emperor and Golden Spur were touched with a first faint yellow; now day by day, almost hour by hour, a new candle would be lit to the glory of spring.
Spring at Westaways. The daffodils in the orchard, beneath the black and white of pear and plum. The high green banks under the hedges, starred with pale primroses round which periwinkle and wild strawberry ran. The grey walls of Westaways down whose sides mauve and purple aubrietia poured, and pink phlox, catching up blue forget-me-nots in their stream; golden showers of burbaris waiting to break; brooms forming into a pale yellow cloud; clumps of polyanthus in a bewildering medley of colour; and then the deep oranges and reds and umbers of careless wallflower and prim tulip.
`We've missed the crocuses,' thought Reginald gloomily on his omnibus. `Are we going to miss the daffodils?'
He felt homesick suddenly. London was a good place to visit, but not a good place to live in. You always had to be doing something in London; in the country you could do nothing. `Doing nothing' - which meant doing everything: thinking, seeing, listening, feeling, living. He was going to waste a morning now, the first morning of spring; whatever he did he would be wasting it. A little honest work? Funny expression, that. Why was `work' honest? It was the primal curse on man. By

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