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Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. It’s awkward, but we’ll get round it somehow. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like! A Frenchie is what you are, and there ain’t no granddaughter Charvill no more. I have always loved you. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side.
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