ataway's

Updated: June 12, 2025

At the gate in front of the house a boy was hitching a little gray donkey, almost hidden beneath two immense panniers filled with coarse hay. "Whose house is this?" inquired I, not being quite able to make out the name. "Hann' Ataway's 'ouse," said he. So I took a good look at Anne's house, a homely, human-looking habitation, with its old oak beams and thatched roof, but did not go in, as Mrs.

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