Loitering in Pleasant Paths
                        
                     
                                                         
                
                    Loitering in Pleasant Paths
                                            
                            By Mary virginia Terhune
                            
                                11 Oct, 2019                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        Brief Extract: The evil, nameless spell was broken by the clangor of the Sabbath bells. “The gray pavilion rose” and did not fall—for twenty-four hours. Strolling through St. James’s Park in the hour preceding sunsetting, we pointed out to on
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                                                Brief Extract: The evil, nameless spell was broken by the clangor of the Sabbath bells. “The gray pavilion rose” and did not fall—for twenty-four hours. Strolling through St. James’s Park in the hour preceding sunsetting, we pointed out to one another the pale blue, dappled with white, of the zenith, the reddening mists of the horizon. Less