The Misses Mallett (The Bridge Dividing)Young, E. H. (Emily Hilda)
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The Misses Mallett (The Bridge Dividing)
Young, E. H. (Emily Hilda)
Fiction
The Misses Mallett
(The Bridge Dividing)
by E. H. Young
Contents
BOOK I ROSE
BOOK II HENRIETTA
BOOK III ROSE AND HENRIETTA
Book I: _Rose_
§ 1
On the high land overlooking the distant channel and the hills beyond
it, the spring day, set in azure, was laced with gold and green. Gorse
bushes flaunted their colour, larch trees hung out their tassels and
celandines starred the bright green grass in an air which seemed
palpably blue. It made a mist among the trees and poured itself into
the ground as though to dye the earth from which hyacinths would soon
spring. Far away, the channel might have been a still, blue lake, the
hills wore soft blue veils and, like a giant reservoir, the deeper blue
of the sky promised unlimited supplies. There were sheep and lambs
bleating in the fields, birds sang with a piercing sweetness, and no
human being was in sight until, up on the broad grassy track which
branched off from the main road and had the larch wood on one side and,
on the other, rough descending fields, there appeared a woman on a
horse. The bit jingled gaily, the leather creaked, the horse, smelling
the turf, gave a snort of delight, but his rider restrained him
lightly. On her right hand was the open country sloping slowly to the
water; on her left was the stealthiness of the larch wood; over and
about everything was the blue day. Straight ahead of her the track
dipped to a lane, and beyond that the ground rose again in fields
sprinkled with the drab and white of sheep and lambs and backed by the
elm trees of Sales Hall. She could see the chimneys of the house and
the rooks’ nests in the elm tops and, as though the sight reminded her
of something mildly amusing, the smoothness of her face was ruffled by
a smile, the stillness of her pose by a quick glance about her, but if
she looked for anyone she did not find him. There were small sounds
from the larch wood, little creakings and rustlings, but there was no
human footstep, and the only visible movements were made by the breeze
in the trees and in the grass, the flight of a bird and the distant
gambolling of lambs.
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