Night is creeping up over the land. Already in the heavens the pale crescent moon just born rides silently,—,
All this she breathes forth in disjointed sentences as she rushes, like a light-footed deer, across the ploughed land into the wet grass beyond.,
"Oh, if you will not," says Mr. Rodney, wrathfully..
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