An English Home: grey twilight poured On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep: all things in order stored; A haunt of ancient Peace. It was a fair morning of early summer, when the low beams of the eastern sun, threw flickering shadows across the lawn, which lay before Fair Acres Manor, nestling under the shelter of the Mendip Hills, somewhere between Wells and Cheddar.…
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