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As they drove home from town, the far froathered

the harvest, the ind brought a faint, sulphurous s As they pulled the turnips in November, the

sharp clink-clink-clink-clink-clink of e on

the line, vibrated in their hearts with the fact of other

activity going on beyond thewen of this period had hter of the "Black Horse" She was a slim, pretty,

dark woman, quaint in her speech, whis she said did not hurt She was oddly a thing to herself,

rather querulous in her manner, but intrinsically separate and

indifferent, so that her long laainst her husband in particular and against

everybody else after him, only made those who heard her wonder

and feel affectionately towards her, even while they were

irritated and i and loud about

her husband, but alith a balanced, easy-flying voice and a

quaint manner of speech that warmed his belly with pride and

s