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If you ride past the church, and mount the hill, you'll come to Neasdon and then you'll not have above half a mile to go. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face.
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