![]() ![]() Tolly is en route from his lonely boarding school existence to spend the Christmas holidays with his great grandmother in the ancient castle of Green Knowe. Lucy Boston penned this, her first manuscript, at the age of 62, and she proceeded to write six volumes of the Green Knowe chronicles, inspired by the 12 th century Norman house that was her home. And already we are witness to a rare exquisite prose and a gift for conveying character, describing nature, and creating mood. Sometimes the railway lines were covered by it, and then the train noise was quite different, softer than a boat.” Everywhere there was water – not sea or rivers or lakes, but just senseless flood water with the rain splashing into it. It was a stopping train – more stop than go – and it had been crawling along through flat flooded country for a long time. They were knitting all the time, and whenever the train stopped the click-clack of their needles was loud and clear like two clocks. There were two women opposite him, a fat one and a thin one, and they talked without stopping, smacking their lips in between sentences and seeming to enjoy what they said as much as if it were something to eat. ![]() He was not the only person in the carriage, but the others were strangers to him. “A little boy was sitting in the corner of a railway carriage looking out at the rain, which was splashing against the windows and blotching downward in an ugly dirty way. ![]()
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