The Mill on the Floss Large Print

And this is Dorlcote Mill. I must stand a minute or two here on the bridge andlook at it, though the clouds are threatening, and it is far on in the afternoon. Evenin this leafless time of departing February it is pleasant to look at, -perhaps thechill, damp season adds a charm to the trimly kept, comfortable dwelling-house, asold as the elms and chestnuts that shelter it from the northern blast. The stream isbrimful now, and lies high in this little withy plantation, and half drowns the grassyfringe of the croft in front of the house. As I look at the full stream, the vivid grass, the delicate bright-green powder softening the outline of the great trunks andbranches that gleam from under the bare purple boughs, I am in love withmoistness, and envy the white ducks that are dipping their heads far into the waterhere among the withes, unmindful of the awkward appearance they make in thedrier world abov