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They made their way between the stumps to the edge of the sand-hill overlooking the village. With one accord they stopped. The low-slanting sun cast across the vista a sleepy light of evening. "How would you like to live in a place like that all your life?" asked Orde. "I don't know." She weighed her words carefully. "It would depend. The place isn't of so much importance, it seems to me.
Timothy Carlis stood upon the threshold Timothy Carlis, his face empurpled, the great veins upon his low-slanting forehead standing out like whipcords, his huge, spatulate hands clenched, his narrow, slit eyes gleaming murderously. "So you're here, after all!" he roared. "Those d d fools out there tried to give me the wrong steer, but I was wise to 'em.
She opened the window and let in the fresh morning air, and the smell of the sweet-brier, and the bright low-slanting rays of the early sun, which made a glory about her pale face and pale auburn hair as she held the long brush, and swept, singing to herself in a very low tone like a sweet summer murmur that you have to listen for very closely one of Charles Wesley's hymns: Eternal Beam of Light Divine, Fountain of unexhausted love, In whom the Father's glories shine, Through earth beneath and heaven above;
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