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Install the app. JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding. You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly. You should upgrade or use an alternative browser. Thread starter jack59 Start date Mar 31, In this story, a man goes to stay in a quiet country village as treatment for a nervous condition.

During one such visit a young woman plays a cruel joke on the unfortunate man, causing him to run from her house in horror. Most readers also find themselves taken in by the joke. What about you? Pre-Intermediate Level Simplified Story.

General Understanding Quiz. Other Media Videos. Most of the action takes place as the girl and visitor look outside through a pair of open French doors. A French door is made up of small panes of glass that reach to the floor. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog.

It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.

She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic; he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond.

It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.