. The book of months . BER bridge below which the big trout lie, and intothe path through the water-meadows, the twotawny streaks cutting figures like a swallowsflight up and down the road, running at topspeed just for the joy of the life that was inthem. And once clear of the town, she lookedfurtively round, saw only one wayfarer a hun-dred yards behind, and ran too. The wayfarerquickened his pace, ready to drop into a sedatewalk if she looked round. Then on the edge ofthe water she found a stick, and, whistling tothe dogs, threw it clean across the river, and adouble plunge and splash of fly
. The book of months . BER bridge below which the big trout lie, and intothe path through the water-meadows, the twotawny streaks cutting figures like a swallowsflight up and down the road, running at topspeed just for the joy of the life that was inthem. And once clear of the town, she lookedfurtively round, saw only one wayfarer a hun-dred yards behind, and ran too. The wayfarerquickened his pace, ready to drop into a sedatewalk if she looked round. Then on the edge ofthe water she found a stick, and, whistling tothe dogs, threw it clean across the river, and adouble plunge and splash of flying spray fol-lowed it. Then the streaks swam back, eachholding one end of the beloved stick, dropped itat her feet, and, one on each side of her, shookthemselves, so that she was between the waters,and I heard a faint scream of dismay, and thena laugh. My house stands in the road close be-yond the end of the meadows, but she went on,and still I followed, past the group of laborers 265 r, • ;-.,, r>y ,s^;::j^^^
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