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Far from being disconcerted, this farmyard goddess is not even ashamed (as indeed how could she be?) of her naked arms, and, coming up to him, rests them upon the upper rung of the entrance-gate and surveys him calmly if kindly. "I wish I could have seen it better," returns Violet, "but, you see, I was playing." Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm..
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