| tomszep | Date: Sunday, 16 Jun 2013, 06:39:28 | Message # 1 |
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A few weeks after, when the moon of May was at the full, Vicar and Squire met again in the park, and walked to the Hall together. Lady Fell was with her mother, who was dangerously ill, and Sir Matthew was alone at home; so the Vicar, Mr Crome, was easily persuaded to take a late supper at the Hall.
Sir Matthew was not very good company this evening. The talk ran chiefly on family and parish matters, and, as luck would have it, Sir Matthew made a memorandum in writing of certain wishes or intentions of his regarding his estates, which afterwards proved exceedingly useful.
When Mr Crome thought of starting for home, about half past nine o鈥檆lock, Sir Matthew and he took a preliminary turn on the gravelled walk at the back of the house. The only incident that struck Mr Crome was this: they were in sight of the ash-tree which i described as growing near the windows of the building, when Sir Matthew stopped and said:
鈥榃hat is that that runs up and down the stem of the ash? It is never a squirrel? They will all be in their nests by now. 鈥?
Still, not much was to be made of the momentary vision, and the two men parted. They may have met since then, but it was not for a score of years.
<a href=http://tomsonlinestoreus.webnode.com/>toms youth</a>
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