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the air the honey savour of gorse – here among the little fronds of the young fern, the starry
blackthorn, while the bright clouds drifted by high above the hills and dreamy valleys –here and
now (5) was such a glimpse. But in a moment it (6) would pass – as the face of Pan, which (7)
looks round the corner of a rock, (8) vanishes at your state.
And suddenly he (1) sat up. Surely there (2) was something familiar about this view, this
bit of common, that ribbon of road, the old wall behind him. While they (3) were driving he (4)
had not been taking notice – never (5) did; thinking of far things or of nothing – but now he (6)
saw! Twenty-six years ago, just at this time of year, from the farmhouse within half a mile of this
very spot he (7) had started for that day in Torquay where it might be said he (8) had never
returned. And a sudden ache (9) beset his heart: he (10) had stumbled on just one of those past
moments in his life, whose beauty and rapture he had failed to arrest, whose wings had fluttered
away into the unknown; he (11) had stumbled on a buried memory, a wild sweet time, swiftly
choked and ended. And turning on his face, he (12) rested his chin on his hands, and (13) started
at the short grass where the little blue milkwort (14) was growing...
And this is what he remembered.
to be – (Present Simple to remember –
(Past Simple
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