It was a night as warm as Cornwall.

My bedroom window is a big one, low, with a sash, and I had been lying on my stomach reading.

I had finished this now, and by lying with my elbows supporting my hands, which were under my chin, my nose rested on the bottom of the sill. Thus above the sill were only my luminous hair and dreamy eyes.

I am very long-sighted. I gazed across the evening. There stood our garden first, pretty as a fire screen, a lovely, hazy embroidered mixture of holyhocks, tobacco plants and roses all tangled up together against an old fence.

I was utterly content with the content of being in the right place at the right time.

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