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he field and swishing at the flies with their tails。 He smelled the scent of limes； and lavender。 Ah！ that was why there was such a racket of bees。 They were excitedbusy； as his heart was busy and excited。 Drowsy； too； drowsy and drugged on honey and happiness； as his heart was drugged and drowsy。 Summersummerthey seemed saying； great bees and little bees； and the flies too！
The stable clock struck four； in half an hour she would be here。 He would have just one tiny nap； because he had had so little sleep of late； and then he would be fresh for her； fresh for youth and beauty； coming towards him across the sunlit lawnlady in grey！ And settling back in his chair he closed his eyes。 Some thistle…down came on what little air there was； and pitched on his moustache more white than itself。 He did not know； but his breathing stirred it； caught there。 A ray of sunlight struck through and lodged on his boot。 A bumble…bee alighted and strolled on the crown of his Panama hat。 And the delicious surge of slumber reached the brain beneath that hat； and the head swayed forward and rested on his breast。 Summersummer！ So went the hum。
The stable clock struck the quarter past。 The dog Balthasar stretched and looked up at his master。 The thistledown no longer moved。 The dog placed his chin over the sunlit foot。 It did not stir。 The dog withdrew his chin quickly； rose； and leaped on old Jolyon's lap； looked in his face； whined； then； leaping down； sat on his haunches； gazing up。 And suddenly he uttered a long； long howl。
But the thistledown was still as death； and the face of his old master。
Summersummersummer！ The soundless footsteps on the grass！
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