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It lay on the Marsh like thunder. Men saw their churches ablaze with the wildfire in the windows after dark; they saw their cattle scatterin’ and no man scarin’; their sheep flockin’ and no man drivin’; their horses latherin’ an’ no man leadin’; they saw the liddle low green lights more than ever in the dik-sides; they heard the liddle feet patterin’ more than ever round the houses; an’ night an’ day, day an’ night, ’twas all as though they were bein’ creeped up on, and hinted at by Some One or other that couldn’t rightly shape their trouble. |
This is from “Dymchuch Flit” in Puck of Pook’s Hill. A team of administrators from the Punjab in northern India has been down in the South, working on famine relief, and now they are coming home for Christmas. Miss ‘William’ Martyn has been down with her brother, and worked alongside the men. She has fallen in love with Scott, a colleague of her brother’s, and they are engaged to be married. It is a happy homecoming. |
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