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forthinkingthatkatharineherselfhere;
theonlyfactitdisclosedhatforafhtthis
addressr.hilberysaddress.butwhenhelooked
outofthehought;she,too,
hadseenthesegrayfields,and,perhaps,shehere
hetreesranupaslope,andoneyelloshone
again,atthefootofthehill.the
lightshohewindowsofanoldgrayhouse,he
thought.helaybaercial
traveleraltogether.theprocessofvisualizing
katharioppedshortattheoldgraynorhouse;
instinctthatifheuchfurtherh
thisprocessrealityselfin;heuld
notaltogetheeglectthefigureofrodney.since
thedaykatharineslipsofher
e,hehadrefrainedfroinghisdreabr >
ofherhthedetailsofreallife.butthelightofthe
lateafteoonglohestraighttrees,
aoexpand
hisheart.shebroodedrayfields,andh
hioherailhoughtful,silent,and
infiender;butthevisionpressedtooclose,and
stbedisssed,forthetrainsabrupt
jerksshookhirydatchet,a
sturdyrussetfigure,hadashofscarletaboutit,as
thecarriagesliddo.atallyouthwho
abythehand,tookhisbag,
ahehoututteriiculateword.
neverarevoicessobeautifulasonaersevening,
osthidesthebody,andtheyseeoissue
froothingnessacyseldoeard
byday.suedgearysvoicewhenshe
greetedhiaboutherseedtohaofthe
bleleaves.
hefelthielfatongroundof
airelydifferentself
toyieldtothepleasureofitdirectly.theygavehiis
choiceofdrivingeacross
thefieldsarynotashorterheyexplained,
butrythoughtitaniceroh
her,beingns
herpresence.uldbethecauseofhercheerful
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nightandday
ness,heally,andhalfenviously,as
theponycartstartedbrisklya
betofedanding
uptodrive,hthereinsinonehandandthewhipin
theother.peoplefrohevillage,othe
rkettobingintotheirgigs,orsettingoff
hodoanysalutations
ary,edback,h
theadditionofthespeakersna.butsoohe
ile,andalongapathlydarker
thanthedireensurroundingit.infrontofthehe
skynoselfofareddishyelloeof
soselutstonebehindpbut,while
afringeofblacktreeshdistinctbraoodagainst
thelight,p
ofearth,inallotherdiresthelandlyingflattothe
veryvergeofthesky.ohesandnoiselessbirds
oftheedtofolloacrossthe
field,cirgafe,disappearing
auingagainandagain.
ryhadgohisanyhuisinthe
urseofherlife,generallyalone,andatdifferentstages
theghostsofpastodsindha
erelyatthesightof
threetreesfroparticularangle,oratthesoundofthe
pheasantstances
rongenoughtooustallotherses;and
shelookedatthefieldareeshaninvoluntary
iyasiftheyhadnosuchassociationsforher.
“hisisbetterthanlinlnsinn
fields,isntitlook,theresabirdforyouoh,youvebrought
glasses,haveyouedeantoke
youshoot.youshootishouldntthinkso”
“lookhere,youstexplain,”saidralph.“whoare
theseyoungnistaying”
“youarestayinghus,ofurse,”shesaidboldly.
“ofurse,yourestayinginding,
doyou”
“ifihad,ishouldnthavee,”hesaidsturdily.they
arytookottobreakitfora
ti.sheofeel,asshethoughthewould,
allthefreshdelightsoftheearthandair.she.
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inantheexpressedhispleasure,chtoherfort.
“thisisthesortofuntryithoughtyoudlivein,
ry,”hesaid,pushinghishatbahishead,and
lookingabouthi“realuntry.les.”
hesheair,arekeenlythanhehad
donefornyhepleasureofowningabody.
“noofindhahedge,”said
ry.inthegapofthehedgeralphtoreupapoachers
acrossaholetotraparabbit.
“itsquiterightthattheyshouldpoach,”saidry,
tuggingattheherit
theotto,akefifteenshillingsa
ing
outohersideofthehedge,andrunningherfingers
throughherhairtoridherselfofabraleh
hadattacheditselftoher.“iuldliveonfifteenshillings
aweekeasily.”
“uldyou”saidralph.“idontbelieveyouuld,”
headded.
“ohyes.theyhaveattagethrownin,andagarden
ables.itbehalfbad,”
saidry,pressedralphverych.
“butyoudgettiredofit,”heurged.
“isotisthinkitstheonlythingonewouldnever
gettiredof,”shereplied.
theideaofattageables
andlivedonfifteenshillingsaweek,filledralph
haraordinarysenseofrestandsatisfa.
“butainroad,oextdoortoa
anhsixsquallingchildren,whodalwaysbehanging
hertodryacrossyarden”
“thettageihinkingofstandsbyitselfinalittle
orchard.”
“andpting
sarcas
“oh,thereareotherthingsinthehe
suffrage,”shereplied,inanoffhandnnerhwas
slightlysterious.
ralphfellsilent.itannoyedhihatsheshouldhave
plansofhing;buthefe
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