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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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eir brows entwined with the gracefulleaves and tendrils of the vine, their handsome faces and picturesquecostumes according so well with the beauty of the scene, whilst the In Sunny Climes. 237 broad, gorgeouslight of day hasgiven place to thesofter shades ofevening, and lovehtglances and tendertones accord withthe sentiment ofthe hour. Not that we sawanything of all thisto-day, though wedid other days.There was no sub-dued light, but avery full and burn-ing sun. We jour-, neyed over whiteroads inches thickin dust. There wasno shade or shelterfrom the glare. Presently westopped at a vine-yard and alighted.An Englishwomancameforth from theVery prosy-lookinghouse, and con-ducted us amongstthe vines, whichgrew terrace aboveterrace. Tall vines,interlacing eachother, climbed uplong poles, verymuch like our hop-gardens in Eng-j land. Most of theI grapes had beenI plucked for wine.(Of those that re-mained, some wereI curious in shape,! very long and nar-I row, and therefore,I our interesting
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238 In Sunny Climes. guide informed us, called ladies fingers. These grapes are for thewine press, not for eating. In the midst of the vineyard was a deepwell, in which, far, far down, one saw ones reflection. It lookedso cool and inviting that one almost felt inclined to plunge in, and,like Narcissus, falling in love with ones reflection, disappear for ever,and begin existence afresh in some * cool grot and mossy cellunder those sleeping waters. We thought better of it, and remainedabove ground. It was quite charming enough to tempt one to do so. This won-derful atmosphere, this golden glamour that sat upon all, intoxicatedone with a dreamy, voluptuous sensation. It was all so different fromthe blue skies and blue waters of the Mediterranean; so delicious towander about the terraces amidst the fragrant grapes. They had notall been plucked, and what remained were at our disposal. If anespecial bunch tempted one, we had but to put forth a hand andgather it. It was singular, too, to hea

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