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But as spring came, the garden offered a broader stage for life. The Shakespeare house was in Henley Street, and a fine house it was -- too fine, some held, for a man in John Shakespeare's circumstances -- two-storied, of timber and plaster, with dormer-windows and a penthouse over its door. And like its neighbors, the house stood with a yard at the side, and behind, a garden of flowers and fruit and herbs. And here the boy played the warm days through, his mother stepping now and then to the lattice window to see what he was about. And, gazing, often she saw him through tears, because of a yearning love over him, the more because of the two children dead before his coming.
And Will, seeing her there, would tear into the house and drag her by the hand forth into the sweet, rain-washed air.