Chapter 47 No.47

The day was growing strong in the maple-grove behind Matocton. As yet, the climbing sun fired only the topmost branches, and flooded them with a tempered radiance through which birds plunged and shrilled vague rumors to one another. Beneath, a green twilight lingered-twilight which held a gem-like glow, chill and lucent and steady as that of an eme

            
            

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