Chapter 29

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​⁠If there is one hour of the day at which the little Red House looks conspicuously better than another, it is that young one when the garden grass is still wet to the travelling foot, and the great fire-rose in the east has not yet soared high enough to swallow the shadows. So Talbot thinks, as he takes his way next morning to his love's little russet-coloured home. She has promised over-night to r