The Gardener Two friends of mine, Hugh Grainger and his wife, had taken for a month of Christmas holiday the house in which we were to witness such strange manifestations, and when I received an invitation from them to spend a fortnight there I returned them an enthusiastic affirmative. Well already did I know that pleasant heathery country-side, and most intimate was my acquaintance with the subtle hazards of its most charming golf-links. Golf, I was given to understand, was to occupy the solid day for Hugh and me, so that Margaret should never be obliged to set her hand to the implements with which the game, so detestable to her, was conducted . . . I arrived there while yet the daylight lingered, and as my hosts were out, I took a ramble round the place. The house and garden stood on a plateau facing south; below it were a couple of acres of pasture that sloped down to a vagrant stream crossed by a foot-bridge, by the side of which stood a thatched cottage with a vegetable patch surrounding it. A path ran close past this across the pasture from a wicket-gate in the garden, conducted you over the foot-bridge, and, so my remembered sense of geography told me, must constitute a short cut to the links that lay not half a mile beyond. The cottage itself was clearly on the land of the little estate, and I at once supposed it to be the gardener’s house. What went against so obvious and simple a theory was that it appeared to be untenanted. No wreath of smoke, though the evening was chilly, curled from its chimneys, and, coming closer, I fancied it had that air of “waiting” about it which we so often conjure into unused habitations. There it stood, with no sign of life whatever about it, though ready, as its apparently perfect state of repair seemed to warrant, for fresh tenants to put the breath of life into it again. Its little garden, too, though the palings were neat and newly painted, told the same tale; the beds were untended and unweeded, and in the flower-border by the front door was a row of chrysanthemums, which had withered on their stems. But all this was but the impression of a moment, and I did not pause as I passed it, but crossed the foot-bridge and went on up the heathery slope that lay beyond. My geography was not at fault, for presently I saw the club-house just in front of me. Hugh no doubt would be just about coming in from his afternoon round, and so we would walk back together. On reaching the club-house, however, the steward told me that not five minutes before Mrs. Grainger had called in her car for her husband, and I therefore retraced my steps by the path along which I had already come. But I made a detour, as a golfer will, to walk up the fairway of the seventeenth and eighteenth holes just for the pleasure of recognition, and looked respectfully at the yawning sandpit which so inexorably guards the eighteenth green, wondering in what circumstances I should visit it next, whether with a step complacent and superior, knowing that my ball reposed safely on the green beyond, or with the heavy footfall of one who knows that laborious delving lies before him. Bisa tolong terjemahkan

1. The Gardener Two friends of mine, Hugh Grainger and his wife, had taken for a month of Christmas holiday the house in which we were to witness such strange manifestations, and when I received an invitation from them to spend a fortnight there I returned them an enthusiastic affirmative. Well already did I know that pleasant heathery country-side, and most intimate was my acquaintance with the subtle hazards of its most charming golf-links. Golf, I was given to understand, was to occupy the solid day for Hugh and me, so that Margaret should never be obliged to set her hand to the implements with which the game, so detestable to her, was conducted . . . I arrived there while yet the daylight lingered, and as my hosts were out, I took a ramble round the place. The house and garden stood on a plateau facing south; below it were a couple of acres of pasture that sloped down to a vagrant stream crossed by a foot-bridge, by the side of which stood a thatched cottage with a vegetable patch surrounding it. A path ran close past this across the pasture from a wicket-gate in the garden, conducted you over the foot-bridge, and, so my remembered sense of geography told me, must constitute a short cut to the links that lay not half a mile beyond. The cottage itself was clearly on the land of the little estate, and I at once supposed it to be the gardener’s house. What went against so obvious and simple a theory was that it appeared to be untenanted. No wreath of smoke, though the evening was chilly, curled from its chimneys, and, coming closer, I fancied it had that air of “waiting” about it which we so often conjure into unused habitations. There it stood, with no sign of life whatever about it, though ready, as its apparently perfect state of repair seemed to warrant, for fresh tenants to put the breath of life into it again. Its little garden, too, though the palings were neat and newly painted, told the same tale; the beds were untended and unweeded, and in the flower-border by the front door was a row of chrysanthemums, which had withered on their stems. But all this was but the impression of a moment, and I did not pause as I passed it, but crossed the foot-bridge and went on up the heathery slope that lay beyond. My geography was not at fault, for presently I saw the club-house just in front of me. Hugh no doubt would be just about coming in from his afternoon round, and so we would walk back together. On reaching the club-house, however, the steward told me that not five minutes before Mrs. Grainger had called in her car for her husband, and I therefore retraced my steps by the path along which I had already come. But I made a detour, as a golfer will, to walk up the fairway of the seventeenth and eighteenth holes just for the pleasure of recognition, and looked respectfully at the yawning sandpit which so inexorably guards the eighteenth green, wondering in what circumstances I should visit it next, whether with a step complacent and superior, knowing that my ball reposed safely on the green beyond, or with the heavy footfall of one who knows that laborious delving lies before him. Bisa tolong terjemahkan

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Tetapi saya mengambil jalan memutar, seperti yang dilakukan pegolf, untuk berjalan di fairway dari lubang ketujuh belas dan kedelapan belas hanya untuk kesenangan pengakuan, dan memandang dengan hormat pada pasir yang menguap yang dengan begitu tak terelakkan menjaga hijau kedelapan belas, bertanya-tanya dalam keadaan apa saya harus kunjungi berikutnya, apakah dengan langkah berpuas diri dan unggul, mengetahui bahwa bolaku beristirahat dengan aman di atas hijau di luar, atau dengan langkah kaki berat dari orang yang tahu bahwa delving yang melelahkan terletak di hadapannya. jadi kami akan berjalan kembali bersama. Ketika sampai di rumah klub, pelayan itu memberi tahu saya bahwa tidak lima menit sebelum Nyonya Grainger memanggil mobilnya untuk suaminya, dan karena itu saya menelusuri kembali langkah-langkah saya melalui jalan setapak yang sudah saya datangi. Tetapi saya mengambil jalan memutar, seperti yang dilakukan pegolf, untuk berjalan di fairway dari lubang ketujuh belas dan kedelapan belas hanya untuk kesenangan pengakuan, dan memandang dengan hormat pada pasir yang menguap yang dengan begitu tak terelakkan menjaga hijau kedelapan belas, bertanya-tanya dalam keadaan apa saya harus kunjungi berikutnya, apakah dengan langkah berpuas diri dan unggul, mengetahui bahwa bolaku beristirahat dengan aman di atas hijau di luar, atau dengan langkah kaki berat dari orang yang tahu bahwa delving yang melelahkan terletak di hadapannya. Grainger memanggil mobilnya untuk suaminya, dan karena itu aku menelusuri kembali langkah-langkahku melalui jalan setapak di mana aku sudah datang. Tetapi saya mengambil jalan memutar, seperti yang dilakukan pegolf, untuk berjalan di fairway dari lubang ketujuh belas dan kedelapan belas hanya untuk kesenangan pengakuan, dan memandang dengan hormat pada pasir yang menguap yang dengan begitu tak terelakkan menjaga hijau kedelapan belas, bertanya-tanya dalam keadaan apa saya harus kunjungi berikutnya, apakah dengan langkah berpuas diri dan unggul, mengetahui bahwa bolaku beristirahat dengan aman di atas hijau di luar, atau dengan langkah kaki berat dari orang yang tahu bahwa delving yang melelahkan terletak di hadapannya. Grainger memanggil mobilnya untuk suaminya, dan karena itu aku menelusuri kembali langkah-langkahku melalui jalan setapak di mana aku sudah datang. Tetapi saya mengambil jalan memutar, seperti yang dilakukan pegolf, untuk berjalan di fairway dari lubang ketujuh belas dan kedelapan belas hanya untuk kesenangan pengakuan, dan memandang dengan hormat pada pasir yang menguap yang dengan begitu tak terelakkan menjaga hijau kedelapan belas, bertanya-tanya dalam keadaan apa saya harus kunjungi berikutnya, apakah dengan langkah berpuas diri dan unggul, mengetahui bahwa bolaku beristirahat dengan aman di atas hijau di luar, atau dengan langkah kaki berat dari orang yang tahu bahwa delving yang melelahkan terletak di hadapannya.