FAR END ED.4TH

1·11.4 MB·English

by  SINCLAIR, MAY

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By MAY SINCLAIR :: u
Author of “The Rector of Wyck,” “A Cure of os
“* Amold Waterlow: A Lifes? ete. i

POURTH EDITION,

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HUTCHINSON & CO, (Publishers), LTD,
PATERNOSTER ROP

Far End

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Sux fell in love with the place at first sight.

At the crook of the high way the gold-yellow
road branched off and went up the hill threngh
Eastcote village to lose itself in a narrow path
between green grass borders under trees, On
either side, built of a grey and golden stone, the
cottages stood back in low walled gardens brim-
ming with bright flowers. They stood unevenly,
turning to the roadway, now a dormered front,
now a high-pitched gable end,

In the June sunshine, grass and trees showed
brilliantly green against the gold yellow of the
toad and the house walls.

At the top of the village, alone under the
tall elm tree, was Far End. It looked south,
standing, like the cottages, behind a low wall.