’ He gestured towards the fulminating general. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. " "And, what good would that do?" replied Ireton, sarcastically.
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