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" I could see the mingled gables of a building where I knew the lock must be. ... A low wooded ridge bounded the river-plain to the south and south-east, whence we had come, and a few low houses lay about its feet and up its slope. I turned a little to... "
News From Nowhere
by William Morris
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William Morris, His Art, His Writings, and His Public Life: A Record

Aymer Vallance - Artists - 1897 - 462 pages
...beached our craft on a tiny strand of limestone gravel, and stepped ashore . . . our journey done. . . . The river came down through a wide meadow on my left,...the mingled gables of a building where I knew the locks must be. ... I turned a little to my right, and through the hawthorn sprays and long shoots of...
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The life of William Morris, Volume 1

John William Mackail - Artists - 1899
...ran from the ford, and beached our craft on a tiny strand of limestone gravel, and stepped ashore. " Mounting on the cart-road that ran along the river...turn of the bank, but over the meadow I could see the gables of a building where I knew the lock must be. A low wooded ridge bounded the river-plain to the...
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William Morris: poet, craftsman, socialist

Elisabeth Luther Cary - Biography & Autobiography - 1902 - 296 pages
...ran from the ford, and beached our craft on a tiny strand of limestone gravel, and stepped ashore. "Mounting on the cart-road that ran along the river...turn of the bank, but over the meadow I could see the gables of a building where I knew the lock must be. A low wooded ridge bounded the river-plain to the...
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William Morris

Alfred Noyes - 1908 - 156 pages
...from the flowering clover amidst the ripe grass. In a few minutes we had . . . beached our craft . . . and mounting on the cart-road that ran along the river...came down through a wide meadow on my left, which was 136 grey now with the ripened seeding grasses ; the gleaming water was lost presently by a turn of...
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