The Wistful Silence
James Whitmore left Merrowgate on the last night of March, in the year the willows came early. I stood with him on the ferry, holding the rope, and told him I would not be coming. That was the parting. He had asked me, begged me in his way, to cross the river with him and walk on to the station at Barrow Hill, where the night train would carry him to the city. "Come with me, Tom," he said....
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