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"I awen"

It bored her to write a letter even to hi to do with hiround the fields She heard from

Skrebensky; he too was on duty in the country, on Salisbury

Plain He was now a second lieutenant in a Field Troop He would

have a few days off shortly, and would come to the Marsh for the

wedding

Fred Brangas going to marry a schoolmistress out of

Ilkeston as soon as corn-harvest was at an end

The diold of a hot, sweet autumn saw the close of

the corn-harvest To Ursula, it was as if the world had opened

its softest purest flower, its chicory flower, its meadow

saffron The sky was blue and sweet, the yellow leaves down the

lane see flowers as they chittered round

the feet, nant, almost unbearable music to

her heart And the scents of autumn were like a summer madness

to her She fled away frohtened dryad, the bright yellow

little chrysanthe, her feet seemed to

dither in a drunken dance

Then her Uncle Tom appeared, always like the cynical Bacchus

in the picture He would have a jolly wedding, a harvest supper