FaceFic

“Durbeyfield? Battle Abbey Roll? Alec?! Who gives a frock! What is it about the West Country anyway? Are you ALL manic depressives or what?” Where was her guardian angel, as he crouched over her beneath the hawthorn-bush? At that precise moment, the gigantic hound leapt suddenly and bore him to the dank, brooding earth. Tess caressed the dog with ill-concealed glee. “My deliverer! Somebody roll up that flag, willya?”