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He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. 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. . ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand.

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