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His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. ” There came a silence again. At that, the girl jumped up. In the matter of his conscience he was primitive; and for an educated man to become primitive is to become something of a child. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees.
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