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Talking thus, we presently reached a stile beyond which the

footpath led away through swaying corn and by shady hopgarden, to

Sissinghurst village Here the Preacher stopped and gave me his

hand, but I noticed he still puffed at his pipe

"And you are now a blackshtily content so to be"

"You are a

his head

"Many people have told me the sa back when I had gone so where I had left him, and with his pipe still in

his mouth