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Updated: June 8, 2025
Well, I heard no more till I got to Melton, for I didn't go to my haunt's at Mount Sorrel that night, and I saw little of the run, for my oss was rather puffy, livin' principally on chaff, bran mashes, swedes, and soft food; and when I got to Melton, I heard 'ow Mr. Sponge had bought this oss, Mr.
At this she clung to him, laughing and crying in a sudden passion of fear. "Hold me fast, Abel, and don't let me go, whatever happens," she said. When he had parted from her at the fence which divided his land from Gay's near the Poplar Spring, he watched her little figure climb the Haunt's Walk and then disappear into the leafless shrubbery at the back of the house.
Then, gathering courage from the adventure, he hopped deliberately into the centre of the plate and began pecking greedily at the scattered crumbs. As Molly passed down the Haunt's Walk, it seemed to her, also, that the spring had suddenly blossomed.
I know he loves me," she added, "but that isn't just the same." He did not answer, and they stood looking beyond the thick foliage in the Haunt's Walk, to the meadows, over which a golden haze shimmered as though it were filled with the beating of invisible wings. "Molly," he said suddenly. "Shall I go after Blossom?" "Oh, if you would, dear Jonathan," she answered.
Life was too short either to wonder or to regret, he had once remarked, and a certain easy fatalism had softened so far the pricks of a disturbing conscience. The walk from the pasture to the house led through a tangle of shrubbery called by the negroes, the Haunt's Walk, and as he pushed the leafless boughs out of his way, a flitting glimpse of red caught his eye beyond a turn in the path.
As Gay passed rapidly down the Haunt's Walk a rustle in the witch-hazel bushes accompanied him, stopping instantly when he stopped, and beginning again when he moved, as though something, crouching there, listened in breathless suspense for the fall of his footsteps. At the Poplar Spring the sound grew so distinct that he hastened in the direction of it, calling in an impatient voice, "Blossom!
She had imagined that it would move mountains, and the most ordinary detail of living was sufficient to thrust it out of sight. When she reached the brook, she saw Gay coming slowly along the Haunt's Walk, to the spring.
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