{"text":"Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.","author":"Emily Brontë","tags":["narration","nature","summer"],"id":145896,"author_id":"Emily+Bront%C3%AB"}