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Herb of Grace

CHAPTER XII
10/19

"Dinah will not mind our being late." Malcolm did not mind it either.

He sat contentedly flicking the flies from Brown Becky's glossy sides and listening to the distant cawing of rooks.
What a peaceful, drowsy sort of place Rotherwood was! The wide village street seemed empty, with the exception of a black collie lying asleep in the middle of the road, and a patient donkey belonging to a travelling tinker.

The clean, sleek country sparrows were enjoying a dust bath, and a long-legged chicken--evidently a straggler from the brood--was pecking fitfully at a cabbage stalk, unmindful of the alarmed clucking of the maternal hen.
When Elizabeth rejoined them the vicar was with her, and she introduced him to Malcolm.
Mr.Charrington had been a handsome man in his youth; but a sedentary life and a somewhat injudicious burning of the midnight oil had tried his constitution.

He had grown pale and thin, and his shoulders were slightly round, so that he looked older than his years.

Malcolm thought Cedric's name of Dr.Dryasdust was not an inapt title.


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