No one saw him and Buck go off through the orchard
on what Buck imagined was merely a stroll.
To-day he leases seven hundred acres and owns a hundred and thirty of his own--the finest orchard
in the valley, and he packs from forty to fifty thousand boxes of export apples from it every year.
Mary looked for it, and yet when she had entered the upper end of the garden she had noticed that the wall did not seem to end with the orchard but to extend beyond it as if it enclosed a place at the other side.
He turned about to the orchard side of his garden and began to whistle--a low soft whistle.
Higginbotham was a trader; and a former clerk of his, to whom Dominicus related the facts, testified that the old gentleman was accustomed to return home through the orchard about nightfall, with the money and valuable papers of the store in his pocket.
Will you make affidavit," demanded he, in the tone of a country justice taking an examination, "that old Squire Higginbotham of Kimballton was murdered in his orchard the night before last, and found hanging on his great pear-tree yesterday morning?
Looking over, I saw the naturalist pause at the door of an out-house in the corner of the orchard.
Broad bars of golden light from the lower windows stretched across the orchard and the moor.
Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard
and nodding, slender birches down in the hollow by the brook, was greened over by a tangle of vines.
Our laughter, as we separated, rang sweetly through the old orchard
and across the far, dim meadows.
A deserted farmhouse, large, with many outbuildings and an orchard, standing in a clearing.
Again outside, he led the horse around behind the barn and invaded the orchard.
But they dwelt in an old wooden house-- old even in those days--with overhanging gables and balconies of rudely-carved oak, which stood within a pleasant orchard, and was surrounded by a rough stone wall, whence a stout archer might have winged an arrow to St Mary's Abbey.
With eyes bent upon the ground, then, or only raised enough to prevent his stumbling over such obstacles as lay in his way, the religious man moved slowly forward until he reached a small postern in the wall of the sisters' orchard, through which he passed, closing it behind him.
For more than a year I worked and waited, and watched the career of the flourishing orchard
opposite with puzzled feelings.