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Friday, July 5, 2013

Favorite Turns of Phrase

“The valley was full of noises of running water, and the spatter of the mill-wheel - half words and chuckles by day; sentences and impudent songs by night – and wherever you went, you could not (the children had tried often), hide from an Oak, an Ash, and a Thorn, all three trees together, leaning and whispering and watching.”

Rudyard Kipling, Robin Goodfellow – His Friends
McClure's Magazine, April 1906