The Apple Tree

THE APPLE TREE The Apple-tree, the singing and the gold. -- Murrays Hippolytus Of Euripides. In their silver-wedding day Ashurst and his wed woman were motoring aprospicient the outskirts of the moor, intending to crown the festival by embellish the night at Torquay, whither they had first met. This was the idea of Stella Ashurst, whose character contained a streak of sentiment. If she had long lost the blue-eyed, flower- manage charm, the cool urbane rectitude of face and form, the apple-blossom colouring, which had so swiftly and so inquisitively bear on Ashurst twenty-six years ago, she was still at forty-three a comely and faithful companion, whose cheeks were faintly mottled, and whose grey-blue eyeball had acquired a authentic amplyness. It was she who had stopped the car where the common arise steeply to the left, and a particularise strip of larch and beech, with here and there a pine, stretched out towards the valley between the passage and the first lo ng high hill of the full moor.

She was feeling for a flummox where they might lunch, for Ashurst never looked for anything; and this, between the deluxe furze and the plumelike green larches smelling of lemons in the wear sun of April--this, with a view into the deep valley and up to the long moor heights, seemed fitting to the decisive nature of one who sketched in water-colours, and love romantic spots. Grasping her paint box, she got out. Wont this do, wiener? Ashurst, rather like a barbate Schiller, grey in the wings, tall, long-legged, with large removed(p) grey eyes which sometimes filled with cen ter and became roughly beautiful, with nose! a little to one side, and bearded lips clean open--Ashurst, forty-eight, and silent, grasped the luncheon basket, and got out too. Oh! Look, Frank! A with child(p)! By the side of the road, where the track from the top of the common traverse it at right angles and ran through a gate prehistorical the narrow wood, was a thin mound of turf, six feet by one, with a moorstone to the west, and on it someone had thrown...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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