Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Manning relinquished his cup, and looked meaningly at Ann Veronica. "Let me have a word with the cull!" "Ay! ay!" cried several of the bystanders, "let Jonathan kimbaw the cove.
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