"Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite 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... Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk."
that is just the response to:
And I know where to find you, my love
In the same old flat by the river
The only way in was through the window
this is a hopeless fangirl.
I feel quite chuffed today cos' I finally received the frenchdog's gift. the envelope even has its "signature", cute!