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Updated: July 26, 2025

Every drop of moisture not in the men's bottles and flagons in the form of cider was raining as perspira- tion from their foreheads and cheeks. Drought was everywhere else. They were about to withdraw for a while into the charitable shade of a tree in the fence, when Coggan saw a figure in a blue coat and brass buttons running to them across the field. "I wonder who that is?" he said.

Thomas Hardy - Far from the Madding Crowd