THE deep-rutted English lane was bordered with high box hedges. On one side was a sloping park with trees a century old and on the other side a wide field filled with meadow grass and scarlet poppies. It was in July. "In all the world there is nothing so peaceful as this English country, is there? It is like another world when one first gets away from the turmoil of New York."…
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