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‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. She would end alone. "
He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with
lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a
hill. She
took his hand in hers. They will claim particular attention hereafter. She broke a cobblestone over his head and
he was out. The eyes, too,
though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel
eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition.
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