Chapter 29: The Basket of Roses

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌⁠Some four-and-twenty miles from Curtain Wells on the Great West Road is a tangle of briers among whose blossoms an old damask rose is sometimes visible. If the curious traveller should pause and examine this fragrant wilderness, he will plainly perceive the remains of an ancient garden, and if he be of an imaginative character of mind will readily recall the legend of the Sleeping Beauty in her mo