`By experience,' says Roger Ascham, `we find out a short way by a long wandering.' Not seldom that l...
2009-10-03
In general the cows were milked as they presented themselves, without fancy or choice. But certain c...
Angel Clare rises out of the past not altogether as a distinct figure, but as an appreciative voice,...
The dairymaids and men had flocked down from their cottages and out of the dairy-house with the arri...
The season developed and matured. Another year's instalment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrush...
There was a great stir in the milk-house just after breakfast. The churn revolved as usual, but the ...
Amid the oozing fatness and warm ferments of the Var Vale, at a season when the rush of juices could...
The hot weather of July had crept upon them unawares, and the atmosphere of the flat vale hung heavy...
They came downstairs yawning next morning; but skimming and milking were proceeded with as usual, an...
It was not till the evening, after family prayers, that Angel found opportunity of broaching to his ...
Clare, restless, went out into the dusk when evening drew on, she who had won him having retired to ...
An up-hill and down-dale ride of twenty-odd miles through a garish mid-day atmosphere brought him in...
Now, who mid ye think I've heard news o' this morning?' said Dairyman Crick, as he sat down to break...
Her refusal, though unexpected, did not permanently daunt Clare. His experience of women was great e...
This penitential mood kept her from naming the wedding-day. The beginning of November found its date...