One bright afternoon Major Brown we

One bright afternoon Major Brown went out for his usual after-dinner walk. The major was a little man, very energetic and strong-looking. Some time before Major Brown retired from the army and now lived on a small pension. He had been a brave and successful solider but he had never liked being a military man. He took a small house in London and devoted the rest of his life to growing his favourite flowers – pansies in his little garden.
As the major slowly was walking along a narrow street he suddenly saw a most pleasant sight. A large, heavy man was pushing before him a barrow full of pansies. The major had never seen such beautiful flowers. He came up to the man and began to talk to him. At first he only wanted to buy some of the pansies but finally he decided to buy them all.
"I will tell you something, sir," said the man and looked around. "If you are interested in such things, you just get on to that wall," and the man pointed to the garden wall by which they were standing. "The finest collection of yellow pansies in England is in that garden," whispered the man. How it happened no one ever knew but the fact was that a second later the major stood on the garden wall. At the next moment he forgot everything. In the very centre of the garden he saw a large bed of the most beautiful yellow pansies. But it was not the beauty of the pansies that surprised him. It was something else: the pansies were arranged in gigantic capital letters which formed the sentence "Death to Major Brown." An old man was watering them. Brown looked back at the road behind him. The man with the barrow disappeared. Then he looked again at the flowerbed that had the terrible words. The evening air was so still, the garden looked so quiet. Suddenly Major Brown saw the watering can fall from the old man's hand.

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One bright afternoon Major Brown Went out for bis usual after-dinner walk. The Major Was a little man, very energetic and strong-looking. Before my Bachelors Major Brown retired from the army and now Lived on a small pension. He hadd been a brave solider and Successful soft hadd he never liked being a military man. He Took a small house in London and devoted the rest of His life to His Favourite Growing flowers - pansies in bis little garden.
As the Major Was slowly walking Along a narrow street he suddenly saw a Most pleasant sight. A large, heavy man Him Was Before pushing a barrow full of pansies. The Major HAD never seen Such beautiful flowers. He Came up to the man and Began to talk to Him. At first he only wanted to buy soft Some of the pansies Finally he Decided to buy Them All.
"I will tell you something, sir," said the man and looked around. "If you are Interested in Such things, you just get on to That wall," and the man pointed to the garden wall by Which They Were standing. "The finest collection of yellow pansies in England is in That garden," whispered the man. How it Happened no one ever Knew But the fact was that a second later the Major Stood on the garden wall. At the next moment he forgot everything. In the very center of the garden he saw a large bed of the Most Beautiful yellow pansies. But it wasn't the beauty of the pansies That surprised Him. Was it something else: Were the pansies arranged in gigantic capital letters Which Formed the sentence "Death to Major Brown." Was an old man tell watering. Brown looked back at the road behind Him. The man disappeared with the barrow. Then he looked again at the flowerbed That hadd the terrible words. The evening Was air so still, so quiet the garden looked. Suddenly Major Brown saw the fall Can watering from the old man's hand.