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CHAPTER XXXIII More Linkslocked

  • George Eliot

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The barley was all carried at last, and the harvest suppers went by without waiting for the dismal black crop of beans. The apples and nuts were gathered and stored; the scent of whey departed from the farm-houses, and the scent of brewing came...

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