Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. ‘Espèce de bête,’ she snarled. She was struck by a change in his appearance. Marry me. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. There, after protestations of friendliness and helpfulness that were almost ardent, he mounted a little clumsily and rode off at an amiable pace, looking his best, making a leg with his riding gaiters, smiling and saluting, while Ann Veronica turned northward and so came to Micklechesil. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family.
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