them
seemed to
burn the
soles of
his
feet,and
the rays
of light
on the
ceiling
quivered
as only
summer
sunlight
can
quiver.The
two
windows of
his
bedroom
looked
back
behind
Polchester
over
fields and
hedges to
a dim
purple
line of
wood.A
tiny
stream ran
through
the first
two
fields,and
this
little
river was
shining
now with a
white hot
light that
had yet
the breeze
of the
morning
ruffling
it.He ran
