mill-parlour

Updated: May 20, 2025

Bob, after abstractedly watching the soldiers from the front of the house till they were out of sight, had gone within doors and seated himself in the mill-parlour, where his father found him, his elbows resting on the table and his forehead on his hands, his eyes being fixed upon a document that lay open before him. 'What art perusing, Bob, with such a long face? Bob sighed, and then Mrs.

Thomas Hardy - The Trumpet-Major