“I’m a big boy, you know. ” Ann Veronica turned her back on the Michaelmas daisies, and faced toward the house with an air of a duty completed. ‘Yes, for there were too many females for the vicomte to make me a dowry. 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. Not a breath was drawn.
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