Friday, May 4, 2012


"The Knoxes' house stood apart, down a turning of its own which led nowhere in particular, and behind it fields stretched away to the slopes of the hills".  ...   "At the far end stood the Knoxes' house, lonely among the water-meadows, often surrounded by thick white mists, a little sinister...  ...The front door, ordinarily left open, was shut this evening, and Laura had to ring".

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