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to grasp to get out
Past Simple
By the side of the road, where the track from the top of the common crossed it at right
angles and ran through a gate past the narrow wood, (1) was a thin mound of turf, six feet by
one, with a moorstone to the west, and on it someone (2) had thrown a black-thorn spray and a
handful of bluebells.
to be – Past Simple to throw – Past
Perfect
Ashurst (1) looked, and the poet in him (2) moved.
At cross-roads – a suicide’s grave! Poor mortals with their superstitions! Whoever lay their,
though, had the best of it no clammy sepulcher among other hideous graves carved with futilities
– just a rough stone, the wide sky, and wayside blessings!
to have Past Simple
And without comment, for he had learned not to be a philosopher in the bosom of his family,
he (1) strode away up on to the common, (2) dropped the luncheon basket under a wall, (3)
spread a rug for his wife to sit on – she (4) would turn up from his pocket Murrey’s translation of
the “Hippolytus”. He (5) had soon finished reading of “The Cyorian” and her revenge, and (6)
looked at the sky instead. And watching the white clouds so bright against the intense blue,
Ashurst, on his silver-wedding day, (7) longed for – he (8) knew not what.
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