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She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse.
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