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. ”
