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Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. She tried to think what she should do in this eventuality or that. Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. ” The stranger came over to them smiling.
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