Moreton's Kingdom
“She opened her window to a clatter of pails in the paved area below and the sound of hens clucking as they gathered round the back door. The air she breathed in was cool and sweet, coming straight from the hills with a hint of pine in it, and she saw the trees marching in their neat ranks up to the skyline, clothing the once barren moorland with lush green and the paler fronds of larch.It was a magic world to discover after a restless night in which she had dreamed of pursuing Sandy and Coralie to the edge of a cliff where she inevitably lost them.Shivering a little, she washed in ice-cold spring water which had come straight off the hill without the benefit of passing through an inadequate heating system, thinking that it was obviously too early in the day to expect the luxury of hot water and that it didn’t matter, anyway. It was no more than seven o’clock.As she dressed she listened for the sound of movement in the adjoining rooms, but the walls were thick, as Charles had observed.
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