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In the distance a woman is bending over a keeler making up a huge mass of butter into rolls, nicely squared and smoothed, to make them look their best and handsomest to-morrow. Her hair is falling like a veil all round her; through it she looks out at Rodney with eyes frightened and imploring. "Yes, darling.".
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