Part 1

Transcriber’s Notes

Obvious spelling and punctuation errors corrected. On page 296, “raste” could be meant to be “haste” or “taste” - it has been left as in the original. Inconsistencies in hyphenation in the original have been retained.

The original text used ‹ › as parenthesis instead of ( ), this style has been retained.

One of the color illustrations is referred to as “THE MOOR” in the List of Illustrations and as “THE MOORS” in the original caption. The caption has been changed to “THE MOOR” for consistency.

Page headers from right hand pages have been retained as sidenotes and placed by relevant text.

There were two chapters named XXXII in the original. The second XXXII has been renumbered XXXIII in this text, and subsequent chapters also renumbered.

Italics have been represented as underscores surrounding the italic text.

Small capitals in the original text have been converted to ALL CAPS in the text.

Descriptions of illustrations have been added to the text.

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OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN ]

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OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN

BY AGNES AND EGERTON CASTLE

Illustrated by Charles Robinson

PHILADELPHIA: J. B. LIPPINCOTT CO LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN MCMXIV

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Printed in England

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To our Kind Neighbours, of Rogate,

SIR HUGH & LADY WYNDHAM

who viewed the “Villino” garden, even from the beginning, with indulgent eyes; and, with friendliest tact, persisted in descrying possibilities of grace in the wildest tangle, this chronicle is affectionately inscribed in pleasant remembrance of too rare visits.

September 1914

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Villino Loki

Over the hills and far away, A place of flowers crowns a rise; And there our year, from May to May, Comes with a breath of Paradise; There the small helpless soul that lies So sweetly, innocently gay, In little furry things at play, With perfect trust can meet our eyes; Over the hills and far away, Over the hills.