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Updated: November 4, 2024

The low stone house, the yew-tree porch, the flowering currants not changed a bit; even the old green chair was out there on the grass under the window, where he had reached up to her that night to take the key. Then he turned down the lane, and stood leaning on the orchard gate-grey skeleton of a gate, as then. A black pig even was wandering in there among the trees.

John Galsworthy - Five Tales