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’
Right
across
the
wood
!
Look
,
aren
’
t
the
little
daffodils
adorable
?
To
think
they
should
come
out
of
the
earth
!
’
’
Just
as
much
out
of
air
and
sunshine
,
’
he
said
.
’
But
modelled
in
the
earth
,
’
she
retorted
,
with
a
prompt
contradiction
,
that
surprised
her
a
little
.
The
next
afternoon
she
went
to
the
wood
again
.
She
followed
the
broad
riding
that
swerved
round
and
up
through
the
larches
to
a
spring
called
John
’
s
Well
.
It
was
cold
on
this
hillside
,
and
not
a
flower
in
the
darkness
of
larches
.
But
the
icy
little
spring
softly
pressed
upwards
from
its
tiny
well
-
bed
of
pure
,
reddish
-
white
pebbles
.
How
icy
and
clear
it
was
!
Brilliant
!
The
new
keeper
had
no
doubt
put
in
fresh
pebbles
.
She
heard
the
faint
tinkle
of
water
,
as
the
tiny
overflow
trickled
over
and
downhill
.
Even
above
the
hissing
boom
of
the
larchwood
,
that
spread
its
bristling
,
leafless
,
wolfish
darkness
on
the
down
-
slope
,
she
heard
the
tinkle
as
of
tiny
water
-
bells
.
This
place
was
a
little
sinister
,
cold
,
damp
.
Yet
the
well
must
have
been
a
drinking
-
place
for
hundreds
of
years
.
Now
no
more
.
Its
tiny
cleared
space
was
lush
and
cold
and
dismal
.
She
rose
and
went
slowly
towards
home
.
As
she
went
she
heard
a
faint
tapping
away
on
the
right
,
and
stood
still
to
listen
.
Was
it
hammering
,
or
a
woodpecker
?
It
was
surely
hammering
.
She
walked
on
,
listening
.
And
then
she
noticed
a
narrow
track
between
young
fir
-
trees
,
a
track
that
seemed
to
lead
nowhere
.
But
she
felt
it
had
been
used
.
She
turned
down
it
adventurously
,
between
the
thick
young
firs
,
which
gave
way
soon
to
the
old
oak
wood
.
She
followed
the
track
,
and
the
hammering
grew
nearer
,
in
the
silence
of
the
windy
wood
,
for
trees
make
a
silence
even
in
their
noise
of
wind
.
She
saw
a
secret
little
clearing
,
and
a
secret
little
hut
made
of
rustic
poles
.
And
she
had
never
been
here
before
!
She
realized
it
was
the
quiet
place
where
the
growing
pheasants
were
reared
;
the
keeper
in
his
shirt
-
sleeves
was
kneeling
,
hammering
.
The
dog
trotted
forward
with
a
short
,
sharp
bark
,
and
the
keeper
lifted
his
face
suddenly
and
saw
her
.
He
had
a
startled
look
in
his
eyes
.
He
straightened
himself
and
saluted
,
watching
her
in
silence
,
as
she
came
forward
with
weakening
limbs
.
He
resented
the
intrusion
;
he
cherished
his
solitude
as
his
only
and
last
freedom
in
life
.
