It denies the landscape." "Wait," said Jean, "till you see it close at hand.

It's the most naked, newest thing you ever saw.

Not a creeper, not an ivy leaf is allowed to crawl on it; weather seems to have no effect on it: it never gets to look any less new.

And in summer it is worse, for then round about it blaze the reddest geraniums and the yellowest calceolarias and the bluest lobelias that it's possible to imagine." "Ghastly! What is the owner like ?" "Small, with yellowish hair turning grey.

She has a sharp nose, and her eyes seem to dart out at you, take you all in, and then look away.