The Sins of Lady Dacey
“Perryworth had finished his rounds of the village. He had an urge to call on Mrs. Watkins, just to be civil, but when he knocked at her door, there was no reply, and he could not find the courage to open the door and look into the parlor and see whether she was at home or not.The day was fine, and daffodils were blowing in the tussocky grass of the churchyard and a forsythia bush spilled its golden glory over a mossy table tombstone. A marble angel held one pale finger up to the pale blue sky. The vicar was reluctant to return to the empty vicarage and walked back out onto the road and so out of the village toward the moors, unconsciously following the path taken by his wife when she wished to escape from the constraints of her marriage.He rounded a bend in the road and stopped short. Mrs. Watkins was in the act of mounting a stile, her skirts hitched up, showing a well-turned ankle. The blustery wind was molding her clothes against her body. He experienced an odd feeling near to pani...c and was about to turn about when she called, “Mr.MoreLess
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