Loving

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cut in the ruined wall which shut this demesne from tumble-down country outside. — location: 627


‘With love Mother to my sister Bell. I do hope she looks after you all right tell her. Your loving son, Charley.’ — location: 722

superb


The room was dark as long weed in the lake. — location: 812

wow


as did those others which by working long minutes spiders had drawn from spar to spar of the fern bedding on which his head rested. — location: 1019

long minutdes / spar to spar


It might have been almost that O’Conor’s dreams were held by hairs of gold binding his head beneath a vaulted roof on which the floor of cobbles reflected an old king’s molten treasure from the bog. ‘He won’t — location: 1020

wonderful. and more old kings (see map of country)


Raunce’s Albert, Edith, Kate, the little girls and Mrs Welch’s lad chose for their picnic a place just off the beach. While those children ran screaming down to where great rollers diminished to fans of milk new from the udder upon pressed sand, Albert laid himself under a hedge all over which red fuchsia bells swung without a note in the wind the sure travelling sea brought with its low heavy swell. He could watch the light blue heave between their donkey — location: 2470

? odd


Raunce’s Albert looked over his shoulder on the side — location: 2537


His rages never lasted. — location: 2886