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” Her words were slurred with sleep. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. I step on my neighbour's feet, return and apologize because my acquired conscience orders me to do so; whereas you might pass on without caring if your neighbour hopped about on one foot. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Here they were regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast. E. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. ‘All these soldiers,’ she complained, adding with a sweep of one arm at the major’s dress, ‘all of them in red as you. The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. Glorious! The Pastoral.
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