But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. " "I'm satisfied with your assurance," replied the carpenter, drily. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. “Will he die?” she asked. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations.
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