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Hanna140

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"Good day to ye, doctor."

He watched her cross the square, adjust the horse’s harness and
wheel him round on the cobbles. "B’god its a strange world,’' he mused,
plucking at his lip. He stood there until she was out of sight, still
plucking at his lip. Its a bit bright," he said aloud, but now he
was thinking of the sun on the stream.

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Coverage: 
1951
Keywords: 
Square, Plucking
Citation: 
Linen Hall Library, "Hanna140", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Tue, 12/07/2021 - 06:49, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna140