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\" \"Not this Saturday, sweetie. Anna rose a few minutes before the general company. 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. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last. Roof open —like a Noah’s Ark. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. She thought of Sebastian who often returned from the charnel house that the outside world had become.
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