Gone to Earth

motionless balls, Hazel was awakened by a knock at the massive oak door. She ran across

th a pint mug of beer,

woman's crav

e's boiling,' she s

aws! how furiously the

's me as is

tle's b

iling this hour past. Or how w

dna shout. You

yes, strong and ine

o!' she

glad that for once duty and

' he added. 'Wh

hesi

sixty, and you're no more to me'-he surveyed her flushing fa

nted a promise from Vesso

tell 'im?'

nor 'unters, nor cart-'orses, nor Suffolk punches!' Vessons waxed eloquent, fo

hispering through the

ll

forgotten place t'oth

d forgotten; it's better

I got

a m

a music? You

ad makes

bethought him of the credit of Undern. 'But you anna got a

ked dow

being softly effaced from the window as if someone rubbed them away with a sponge. Snow like sifted sugar was heaped

standing on the door-step and feel

unna f

but I

pse in the snow when he's got good horses in sta

'm sure,' said Hazel.

l noon if I let

and patience. She felt that it had not yet done with her. She wondered how she would feel if Reddin suddenly appeared at his window. And a tiny traitorous wi

tprints of sheep, all made her laugh by their vagaries, for they ran in loops and in circles, and appeared like the crazy steps of a sleep-walker to th

tween themselves and their green meadows, sad as those that see fate dra

f the Callow

im,' she said

life,' sai

hesi

added, 'unless he asks

e restless as the ten thousand ghosses that trapse roun

and turned to

ew to the cob's ears as they tr

m. He looked round almost as if it had been someone l

azel?' ask

s-' began Vessons whose style was cumulative, and who, when he had made a good phrase, was

from me,' fin

r hopeless. Still, he determined not to g

t Vessons had been there before him,

ristocracy, so the frequenters of the Hunt

le,' said Vessons with satisfaction, whe

ners much longer, Vesso

, falling back on the well-worn for

servant adrift was not one of them. Vessons traded on t