\"Thanks, Mike. ’ ‘No, no, go and fetch the men to the house. She struggled fiercely not to give way. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. He patted the hand on his sleeve.
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