Wessex Tales by Thomas Hardy
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She had reached home after her day's milking at the outlying dairy, and was washing cabbage at the doorway in the declining light. 'Hold up the net a moment,' she said, without preface, as the boy came up. He flung down his bundle, held the edge of the cabbage-net, and as she filled its meshes with the dripping leaves she went on, 'Well, did you see her?' 'Yes; quite plain.' 'Is she ladylike?' 'Yes; and more. A lady complete.' 'Is she young?' 'Well, she's growed up, and her ways be quite a woman's.' 'Of course. What colour is her hair and face?' 'Her hair is lightish, and her face as comely as a live doll's.' 'Her eyes, then, are not dark like mine?' 'No--of a bluish turn, and her mouth is very nice and red; and when she smiles, her teeth show white.' 'Is she tall?' said the woman sharply. |
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