I Capture the Castle

by Dodie Smith

wheat fields are all string-coloured stubble. The only bright colour I can see anywhere is the spindle-berry bush down in the lane. Over towards Four Stones, Mr. Stebbins and his horses are ploughing.

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and I would weeks ago if only he’d given me the chance. You see, I didn’t know that he cared for me.” “But, Rose, how did Stephen know he did?” I asked. “Well, he had a little clue that Neil was, well, interested in me,” she said, then went off into one of her nicest giggles. “Do you remember that night they mistook me for a bear, when I slapped Neil’s face? After he carried me across the railway line to the field behind the station, he set me down and