Compléter Text in englishVersion en ligne In english par luisa fernanda silva daza 1 stretched grass curtains whose light murmur rich honey perfume window trees monotonous distant London oppressive swiftness Lord painters beauty The studio was filled with the odour of roses , and when the summer wind stirred amidst the of the garden , there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac , or the more delicate of the pink - flowering thorn . From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle - bags on which he was lying , smoking , as was his custom , innumerable cigarettes , Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the - sweet and honey - coloured blossoms of a laburnum , tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a so flamelike as theirs ; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore - silk that were in front of the huge , producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect , and making him think of those pallid , jade - faced of Tokyo who , through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile , seek to convey the sense of and motion . The sullen of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown , or circling with insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine , seemed to make the stillness more . The dim roar of was like the bourdon note of a organ .
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