Henry Rider Haggard. Beautiful Margaret (№ 88494)

Before them was a magnificent garden. All around rose cone-shaped cypresses and orange trees, and flowering shrubs filled the soft, southern air with fragrance. From the mouths of stone lions beat fountains. In different parts of the garden were arranged in a gazebo, on the stone benches lay colored pillows. It was a truly Eastern area of enjoyment. Peter had never seen anything like it. Besides, he saw no sky, no flowers during the long, weary weeks of illness. The garden was completely isolated, it was surrounded by a high wall, and only in one place between two cypresses towered tower of red stone, with no Windows belonging to some other building.
Is the harem garden, - whispered she. Lots of favorites here fluttered in happy summer days until winter came and the butterfly was not killed.