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She approached this field with her usual liveliness of apprehension. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, and the waves continually broke over it. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory.
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