A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. ‘I can’t tell you the times I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. " "Vouldn't it!" replied Jack, mimicking his snuffling voice; "then shtay vere you are, and be cursed to you.
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