A poignant tale of young lovers thwarted by Victorian society. Enjoyably, sad and romantic.
He must call on his new neighbours once this dayâ€™s duties were done. No doubt he would see some of them in church. And he thought of the crossing-keeperâ€™s little girl, pressed up against the lighted glass last night, looking down on him so gravely.
He could hear the mew of the buzzard, circling still. And he heard something else â€“ a footstep from somewhere in the quiet woods. He turned and listened: who might this be? There came the snap of a twig, then silence, and although he called out a tentative greeting not another footfall came, nor answering voice.