"
There was no doubt it was very hot; the radiation from the baking
roadway beating up under her parasol, and pricking her cheekbones and
eyeballs like needles. She gave a fastidious little shudder, furled her
parasol, gathered her skirts still tighter, faced about, and said, "Go
on, then." The man slipped backwards into the ranks of stalks, parting
them with one hand, and holding out the other as if to lead her. But
she evaded the invitation by holding her tightly-drawn skirt with both
hands, and bending her head forward as if she had not noticed it. The
next moment the road, and even the whole outer world, disappeared behind
them, and they seemed floating in a choking green translucent mist.
But the effect was only momentary; a few steps further she found that
she could walk with little difficulty between the ranks of stalks, which
were regularly spaced, and the resemblance now changed to that of a long
pillared conservatory of greenish glass, that touched all objects with
its pervading hue.
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