The sighing and creaking continued far overhead,silver necklace and the jarring cries of animals.They found themselves again in the broad path, like the drive in the English forest, where they had started when they left the others.Rachel had balanced herself near Helen on the end of the tree trunk.He was slightly annoyed, and in his capacity as leader of the expedition, inclined to be dictatorial.The heat of the day was going down, and over their cups of tea the Flushings tended to become communicative.
They had no mother," he explained, dropping something of the formality of his tone; "and a father—he was a very delightful man, I've no doubt, but he cared only for racehorses and Greek statues.The branches of the trees on the bank Tiffany Rings looked more twisted and angular than ever, and the green of the leaves was lurid and splashed with gold.They could hear Mr. Flushing flowing on, now about his wife, now about art, now about the future of the country, little meaningless words floating high in air.
But as the dark descended, the words of the others seemed to curl up and vanish as the ashes of burnt paper, and left them sitting perfectly silent at the bottom of the world.r. Flushing, as he sat down, advised them to keep their eyes fixed on the left bank, where they would soon pass a clearing, and in that clearing, was a hut where Mackenzie, the famous explorer, had died of fever some ten years ago, almost within reach of civilisation—Mackenzie, he repeated,Tiffany Necklace the man who went farther inland than any one's been yet.
Subject: Tiffany Rings far overhead 
Thu Feb 24, 2011 8:17 am
