Read "The Garden of Resurrection" by E. Temple Thurston online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
It was as I passed out of King Street that I bethought me of my club; / of the hall-porter there who bears a reputation for rose-growing. / He has a strange natural ugliness of features which has often drawn / me to converse with him as I come in or go out of the building. Our / discussions are none of them very weighty or worthy of record. I remark / upon the weather while I wait for him to get my letters; in return he / tells me of his troubles with the new messenger whose medals speak well / for the mightiness of his chest but, as the hall-porter assures me, say / nothing in recommendation of his intelligence.
How the knowledge of this amiable hobby of rose-growing came to be / known of him by the members is more than I can understand. He has never / mentioned it to me, and I should have thought that such an observation / as "A bad time for the roses" would have been an excellent reply to / some of my meteorological remarks.