Harold Bindloss

Harold Bindloss

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Portrait of Harold Bindloss Harold Bindloss,  The Foxhound (1917)

“ It was getting dark when they came to a lonely farm standing among bare ash trees at the bottom of the dale. The old house looked dark and forbidding, but a peat fire glowed in the big, flagged kitchen, and Stephen felt draggled and untidy when Jessy Richardson let them in. He thought the girl was beautiful, and her graceful figure and delicate colour lost nothing from the fit and pattern of her plain print dress. Then her voice was low and pleasant, and it was obvious that she loved animals when she and the huntsman dressed the dog's injuries. ”
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Portrait of Harold Bindloss Harold Bindloss,  The Foxhound (1917)

“ He hoped Jessy had taken the former: but he knew the rocks, and was, perhaps, too disturbed by the quarrel to be cautious.
He knew when he reached the scree-foot, by the rattle of the stones he plunged across, and presently stopped, with straining chest, to listen. He felt his heart beat, and heard the wind roar and the rain beat upon the scree, but for a moment or two there was nothing else. Then a bark fell through the tossing mist, and he knew the dog was making for Rough-edge.
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Portrait of Harold Bindloss Harold Bindloss,  The Foxhound (1917)

“ When he came to a rocky pinnacle, shattered by frost and storm, Stephen stopped to get his breath. For a few yards he could see Rough-edge—a thin, dark line that faded into the mist. On one side a scree ran down much steeper than a roof; on the other a crag fell, nearly straight, for a hundred feet. ”
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