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The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth

Chapter 9 No.9

Word Count: 1106    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ne his chief anxiety. Mrs. Sk

got the more and more clearly Mrs. Skinner perceived that her position would speedily become untenable. And also that she had lived many ages since Skinner wen

s of the creeper that Skinner had hacked off in order to close the window overnight, but these disorders she did not heed. She packed in a decent sheet. She packed all her own wardrobe and a velveteen jacket that Skinner wore in his finer moments, and she packed a jar of pickles that had not been opened, and so far she

indow, opened the door and sallied out into a perilous world. The umbrella was under her arm and she clutched the bundle with two gnarled and resolute hands. It was her

ith determination. She had had enough of it! All al

r married daughter resided), but because the back door was impassable on account of the canary creeper that had been growing so furio

he house she pause

ver, not a wasp chanced to be in sight then, and except for a sound scarcely more perceptible than a steam wood-saw at work amidst the pines would have been, everything was still

of emus, but of course much thicker in the body-a larger thing altogether. They were all hens and five all told, now that the two cockerels had killed each other. She hesitated at their drooping attitudes. "Poor

ree pailfuls of water for the chickens' empty trough, and then while they were all crowding about that, she undid the door of the run very softly. After which she became extremely active,

stare back at the little cottage beside the pine-wood below. And when at last, when she was near the crest

r place to her), and so up by Hickleybrow Coombe to the downs. There at the foot of

ain very r

et quivered perpetually and her spring-side boots grew whiter and whiter with the downland dust. Flip-flap, flip-flap went her footfalls through the still heat of the day, and persistently, incurably, her umbrella sought to slip from under the elbow that retained it. The

distinctly the quiet corner where Cheasing Eyebright sheltered from the tumult of the world, recking little or nothin

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