"When Westminster is as dead as Avebury," said the doctor,
unhelpfully. He added after some seconds, "Milton knew of
these troubles. 'Not without dust and heat' he wrote--a great
phrase."
"But the dust chokes me," said Sir Richmond.
He took up a copy of THE GREEN ROADS OF ENGLAND that lay
beside him on the table. But he did not open it. He held it
in his hand and said the thing he had had in mind to say all
that evening. "I do not think that I shall stir up my motives
any more for a time. Better to go on into the west country
cooling my poor old brain in these wide shadows of the past."
"I can prescribe nothing better," said Dr. Martineau.
"Incidentally, we may be able to throw a little more light on
one or two of your minor entanglements."
"I don't want to think of them, said Sir Richmond. "Let me
get right away from everything. Until my skin has grown
again."
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