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Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1318    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

d expected me to make any objection, but I knew that he was gratified by the easy way that his plans for the day were being seconded. H

I could not help observing the forlorn look of the farms. There was a great deal of pasture, but it looked deserted, and I wondered afresh why the people

, too; well, you 'll see!" I was glad to find myself approved, but I had no

odded at something which I might have missed: a sleepy little owl snuggled into the bend of a branch, or a tall stalk of cardinal flowers where the sunlight came down at the edge of a small, bright piece of marsh. Many times, being used to the company of Mrs. Todd and other friends who were in the habit of talking, I came near making an idle remark to William, but I was for the most part happily preserved; to be with him only for a short time was to live on a different level, where thoughts served best because they were thoughts in common; the primary effect upon our minds of the simple things and beauties that we saw. Once when I caught sight of a lovely gay pigeon-woodpecker eyeing us curiously from a dead branch, and instinctively turned toward William, he gave an indulgent, comprehending nod w

road daylight that startled us and even startled the horse, who might have been napping as he walked, like an old soldier. The field sloped up to a low unpainted house that faced the east. Behind it were long, frost-whitened ledges that made the hill, with strips of green turf and bushes between. It was the wildest, most Titanic sort of pasture country up there;

ks, which seemed to have taken a mysterious protective resemblance to the ledges themselves. I could discover but little chance for

y sheep as these, all summer l

's a great sight. They do so well because they 're s

body stays and watc

ime when she come out to the Island. They call it the 'Shepherd o' Salisbury Plain.' 'T was n't the purpose o' the book to most, but when she read it, 'There, Mis' Blackett!' she said, 'that's where we 've all lacked sense; our Bibles ought to

came following the flock and stood still on the ridge, looking toward us as if her eyes had been quick to see a strange object in the familiar emptiness of the field. William stood up in the w

fe could hide itself. The thick woods were between the farm and the main road

e old folks used to say that there wa'n't no

epherdess, who stood far away in the hill pasture with her

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