The cottage hind / Hangs o'er th'enlivening blaze, and taleful there / Recounts his simple frolic.

keepers, horsing the deer

She would have come a few months ago, and gladly: I'll write to her. Better talk to her, and persuade her. I'll do that too, but I must write to her first. So do then; but whatever you do, don't shilly-shally no longer.

From Keighley onwards we had obviously returned to civilisation, for the surrounding country was now studded with the sodium street lights of suburbia and a thickening industrial haze was blotting out the moon.