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“I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. That is good. 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. “Your little flag of pride must flutter down with the rest of them, Ann Veronica. He went over her features one by one in his mind. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting.
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