A Man of Devon by John Galsworthy

. It's over-I leave here to-morrow, and go abroad.

A quiet afternoon-not a breath up in the churchyard! I was there quite half an hour before they came. Some red cows had strayed into the adjoining orchard, and were rubbing their heads against the railing. While I stood there an old woman came and drove them away; afterwards, she stooped and picked up the apples that had fallen before their time.