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“Am I dull?” she said. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers. Then he turned to Anna. '" "No, we can't stand that," hiccupped Smith, scarcely able to keep his legs. 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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