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Nan said, ‘I like Daft Davie and I like his house. Who is he?’
Pizzleton village
the garden of the fountain
Timothy
Timothy was not practical and following where Robert led he was able to notice things.
the great wisteria vine that grew up the side of the house and had such thick branches that it would be possible to climb it.
yew
grass
wallflowers, southernwood, lemon verbe...
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the man sitting on the rock in the centre of it
his right hand was lifted too, as though he was calling to someone
Looking up, he was not aware now of heaviness or weariness, but of power and loneliness.
Whether they were still unconnected with him when he had taken them off, who can say?
You have risen upon my darkness, fallen upon my drought, and it is just possible that you may do me good.’
loud monkey screams and small-boy Red Indian yells were added to the din.
they had to flatten themselves against the wall because a black shape leapt up at them from the passage below.
He ran at tremendous speed and they tore at his heels down several passages, flew down the great carved staircase, across the hall, through an archway and down a long echoing passage. They came to the kitchen and through it to the yard
The rollicking tune was the same to which Ezra had sung in the middle of the night,
a little alarmed to see a huge ugly bulldog, like the one on the sign, sitting in the inn doorway,
Frederick
‘Andromache
the miles of carpet which separated them from the door
return to the Parthenon,’ he said, and Hector flew to the top of the picture of ruins and a thunderstorm.
The grammar lesson was difficult and dry as dust.
No time? I humbly suggest early rising as the perennial answer to that perennial difficulty.
hunger and dirt go together.’
she could see he had washed his ears. ‘And no adventure,’
’Tis nasty but nourishin’.’