The closes were so beautiful, with the brook under all its sheltering trees, running into the pond that was set with two green islets. Moreover, the squire's lady had written a book filling these meadows and the mill precincts with pot–pourri romance. The wedding guests at Highclose were anxious ...
He worked hard among the vines and olives and wheat of his master, then came home to sleep in the mud–brick cottage by the path. But he was proud of his young rooster. In the shut–in yard were three shabby hens which laid small eggs, shed the few feathers they had, and made a disproportionate amo...
Like all miners, he was a great lover of medicines, which, strangely enough, he would often pay for himself “You mun get me a drop o‘laxy vitral,” he said. “It’s a winderaq as we canna ha’e a sup i’ th”ouse.” So Mrs. Morel bought him elixir of...
He did not write, nobody heard anything of him. Ursula, left alone, felt as if everything were lapsing out. There seemed to be no hope in the world. One was a tiny little rock with the tide of nothingness rising higher and higher. She herself was real, and only herself—just like a rock in a...
Two miles away, a church-tower stood on a hill, the houses of the little country town climbing assiduously up to it. Whenever one of the Brangwens in the fields lifted his head from his work, he saw the church-tower at Ilkeston in the empty sky. So that as he turned again to the horizontal land, ...