Chapter 4: Five to Six P.m

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​⁠She followed the road into a bower of trees, overhanging it so densely that the pass appeared like a rabbit’s burrow, and presently reached a side entrance to the park. The clouds rose more rapidly than the farmer had anticipated: the sheep moved in a trail, and complained incoherently. Livid grey shades, like those of the modern French painters, made a mystery of the remote and dark parts of the