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II. Night—The Flock—An Interior—Another Interior

           Havingforsometimeknownthewantofasatisfactoryformtofillanincreasingvoidwithinhim,hispositionmoreoveraffordingthewidestscopeforhisfancy,hepaintedherabeauty.

           ByoneofthosewhimsicalcoincidencesinwhichNature,likeabusymother,seemstospareamomentfromherunremittinglabourstoturnandmakeherchildrensmile,thegirlnowdroppedthecloak,andforthtumbledropesofblackhairoveraredjacket.Oakknewherinstantlyastheheroineoftheyellowwaggon,myrtles,andlooking-glass:prosily,asthewomanwhoowedhimtwopence.

           Theyplacedthecalfbesideitsmotheragain,tookupthelantern,andwentout,thelightsinkingdownthehilltillitwasnomorethananebula.GabrielOakreturnedtohisflock.

           

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