Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)Gautier, Théophile
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Mademoiselle de Maupin, Volume 2 (of 2)
Gautier, Théophile
French fiction -- Translations into English
A ditch of considerable width, but filled with dense and abundant
vegetation instead of water, separated the park from the high road; the
walls were of a hewn stone and, at the angles, bristled with gigantic
iron artichokes and thistles which seemed to have grown like natural
plants between the disjointed blocks of the wall; a small bridge of a
single arch crossed this dry canal and led to the park gate.
An avenue of tall elms, rounded like a cradle-top and trimmed in the
old style, was the first thing I saw; and after following it for some
time, we came to a sort of circular clearing.
The trees had the appearance of being old-fashioned rather than old;
they seemed to wear wigs and to be powdered; only a little circle of
foliage had been preserved at the top of their heads; all the rest
was carefully pruned, so that you might have taken them for plumes of
abnormal size stuck in the ground at regular intervals.
Having crossed the clearing, which was covered with fine grass
carefully rolled, we had to pass under another curious arrangement of
foliage adorned with pots of fire, pyramids, and columns of a rustic
order, all done by skilful handling of scissors and sickles in a great
clump of boxwood.--Through different vistas you could see, at the right
and left, a half-ruined chateau, the moss-covered stairway of a dry
cascade, or it might be a vase or a statue of a nymph or a shepherd
with nose and fingers broken and with doves perching on the head and
shoulders.
A large flower-garden on the French plan was laid out in front of
the chateau; all the squares were marked out with holly and box with
absolute symmetry; it had quite as much the appearance of a carpet as
of a garden: huge flowers in ball-dresses with majestic carriage and
serene expression, like duchesses preparing to dance a minuet, bent
their heads slightly as you passed. Others, apparently less courteous,
stood straight and stiff, like dowagers embroidering. Shrubs of all
possible shapes, excepting always their natural shape, round, square,
pointed, triangular, in green and gray boxes, seemed to march in
procession along the broad avenue and to lead you by the hand to the
first steps of the entrance.
A few turrets, half surrounded by more recent buildings, towered
above the roof-line of the main structure to the height of their
slate-covered, extinguisher-like peaks, and their zinc vanes, cut in
the shape of swallows' tails, bore witness to an honorable antiquity.
The windows of the central building all opened upon a common balcony
with an iron balustrade of elaborate workmanship and great beauty, and
the other windows were set in stone frames with carved ciphers and
figures.
Four or five huge dogs ran out, barking at the top of their lungs and
leaping wildly about. They gambolled around the horses and jumped at
their noses: they paid especial attention to my companion's horse,
which they probably visited frequently in the stable or accompanied on
the road.
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