A different translation of 'Adieu'
ently the place was allowed to fall to ruin; there were holes in the roof, broken slates and tiles lay about below. Fallen fruit from the orchard trees was left to rot on the ground; a cow was grazing over the bowling-green and trampling the flowers in the garden beds; a goat browsed on the green grapes and young vine-shoots on the trellis.
"It is all of a piece," remarked the Colonel. "The neglect is in a fashion systematic." He laid his hand on the chain of the bell-pull, but the bell had lost its clapper. The two friends heard no sound save the peculiar grating creak of the rusty spring. A little door in the wall beside the gateway, though ruinous, held good against all their efforts to force it open.
"Oho! all this is growing very interesting," Philip said to his companion.
"If I were not a magistrate," returned M. d'Albon, "I should think that the woman in black is a witch."
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when the cow came up to the railings and held out her warm damp nose, as if sh