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THREE:The sunset guttered like spent candles in the wind��the rest of the sky was grey, like the fields under it. The distant bleating of sheep came through the dropping swale, as Reuben climbed the Moor. His men were still at work on the new ground, and he made a solemn tour of inspection. They were cutting down the firs and had entirely cleared away the gorse, piling it into a huge bonfire. All that remained of Boarzell's golden crown was a pillar of smoke, punctured by spurts and sparks of flame, rising up against the clouds. The wind carried the smell away to Socknersh and Burntbarns, and the farm-men there looked up from their work to watch the glare of Boarzell's funeral pyre."Onmes eodem cogimen," said Richard, and blushed.

THREE:

THREE:There was no need to repeat the order��the door was smashed to splinters, and, in the rush to get at the cellars, several were thrown down, and trampled on. A large can, filled with wine, was handed to Tyler, and another to the galleyman, who, each quaffing a long draught, permitted the like indulgence to their followers; and then the word to march on was shouted by the chief. But now the smith perceived evidence of the folly he had been guilty of: the wine was too tempting to be left so soon��the vintner's house rang with execrations and tumult��and even among those who kept their station in the street, the dangerous liquid continued to circulate.

THREE:An elegy of oats.

THREE:"I d?an't feel old��at least not often. I still feel young enough to have a whack at the Fair-pl?ace."

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