"A strapper--a real strapper, Jane: big, brown, and buxom; with hair just
such as the ladies of Carthage must have had. Bless me! there's Dent and
Lynn in the stables! Go in by the shrubbery, through that wicket."
As I went one way, he went another, and I heard him in the yard, saying
cheerfully--
"Mason got the start of you all this morning; he was gone before sunrise:
I rose at four to see him off."
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