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The Baron d'Azan was old -- older even than his seventy years. His / age showed by contrast as he walked among his trees. They were / fresh and flourishing, full of sap and vigor, though many of them / had been born long before him.
The tracts of forest which still belonged to his diminished estate / were crowded with the growths native to the foot-hills of the / Ardennes. In the park around the small chateau, built in a Belgian / version of the First Empire style, trees from many lands had been / assembled by his father and grandfather: drooping spruces from / Norway, dark-pillared cypresses from Italy, spreading cedars from / Lebanon, trees of heaven from China, fern-leaved gingkos from Japan, / lofty tulip-trees and liquidambars from America, and fantastic / sylvan forms from islands of the Southern Ocean. But the royal / avenue of beeches! Well, I must tell you more about that, else you / can never feel the meaning of this story.