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You can give her a look, and tell me what's she's like, if you do see her.' 'Yes, mother.' 'If she's dark or fair, and if she's tall--as tall as I.

And if she seems like a woman who has ever worked for a living, or one that has been always well off, and has never done anything, and shows marks of the lady on her, as I expect she do.' 'Yes.' They crept up the hill in the twilight, and entered the cottage.

It was built of mud-walls, the surface of which had been washed by many rains into channels and depressions that left none of the original flat face visible; while here and there in the thatch above a rafter showed like a bone protruding through the skin.
She was kneeling down in the chimney-corner, before two pieces of turf laid together with the heather inwards, blowing at the red-hot ashes with her breath till the turves flamed.