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“Thank goodness!” said that retreating aspect, “that’s said and over. I’m sorry Lucy. ” “It isn’t necessary,” they both declared breathlessly. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. The first circumstance that struck her on her arrival seemed ominous. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. He no longer made love to her, as there was no point.
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