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Ludicrously loud sounds streamed from the array of speakers. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. A slow anger burned in the man. 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. , and go home before you have to. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed.
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