“As the early spring day flattened into dusk, I made my...

“As the early spring day flattened into dusk, I made my way back, a load of heavy wood upon my back, Christian sleeping in my arms. A little wind rushed through the elms, a chiffchaff called, the scent of rain was on the air. Not yet in the village, not on the commons, I saw a little light in a wattled house built in a dark hollow.”

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK