The baby was placed in her 19 lap. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. Amidship there was also canvas, and like that over the wheel, drab and dirty.
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