In Praise of Lady Margery Kyteler, Chapter 6

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌⁠The click of the wicket-gate and he was gone, and down the frosty road his firm step was echoing. She stood at the long drawing-room window and listened. Eh, what a moon! And to-night the hare would be out on Three Rock Mountain, and the red fox pad toward the chicken-coops—the rogue of the world! And on the mountain lakes southward there would be a lid of mist hovering, blue mist and dark mountai