Sinopsis

There was nothing remarkable in the scene. It was just a bit of country lane,
cut deeply into the side of a hill, and seamed with little pebbly courses,
made by the streams of rain which had poured across it on their downward
way. The hill-side faced the west, and, standing on this ledge as on a
balcony, one might look down into a valley where cattle were feeding in
the pastures, and where a full and softly-flowing river turned the wheel of
a distant mill, and slipped quietly under the arched bridge of the lower
road. Sometimes in summer the water lay gleaming, like a curved blade, in
the midst of the warm green meadows, but on this late October day it was
misty and wan, and ligh...