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… When I reached the beach road the sea-fog fumed over the brickfields … in less than an hour summer England vanished in chill grey. We were again the shut island of the North, all the ships of the world bellowing at our perilous gates; and between their outcries ran the piping of bewildered gulls … |
This is from “They” in Traffics and Discoveries. The storyteller describes a car journey to the west, to a stately old house in the woods, the home of a beautiful blind lady, where he has been before. As before he catches a glimpse of several little children in the gardens; but this time he realises that they are the ghosts of the dead, and he senses the presence of his own lost little daughter… |
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