But it 's a trifle monotonous at times and death will be something of a change , master . I 'm real curious about it . '' `` I hate the thought of death , '' I said gloomily . `` Oh , you 're young . The young always do . Death grows friendlier as we grow older . Not that one of us really wants to die , though , master . Tennyson spoke truth when he said that . There 's old Mrs. Warner at the Channel Head . She 's had heaps of trouble all her life , poor soul , and she 's lost almost everyone she cared about . She 's always saying that she 'll be glad when her time comes , and she does n't want to live any longer in this vale of tears . But when she takes a sick spell , lord , what a fuss she makes , master ! Doctors from town and a trained nurse and enough medicine to kill a dog ! Life may be a vale of tears , all right , master , but there are some folks who enjoy weeping , I reckon . '' Summer passed through the garden with her procession of roses and lilies and hollyhocks and golden glow . The golden glow was particularly fine that year . There was a great bank of it at the lower end of the garden , like a huge billow of sunshine . Tamzine revelled in it , but Abel liked more subtly-tinted flowers . There was a certain dark wine-hued hollyhock which was a favourite with him . He would sit for hours looking steadfastly into one of its shallow satin cups .
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