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Title: In and out of three Normandy inns
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Dodd, Anna Bowman, 1855-1929
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Publisher: Boston, Little, Brown, and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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hadevidently changed in character, for the blows hadceased. Steps could be heard crossing and re-crossing the wooden floor. A creaking sound suc-ceeded to the beating—it was the creaking andgroaning of a wooden staircase bending beneaththe weight of a human figure. In an upper cham-ber there came the sound of a quiet, subdued sob-bing now. They were the sobs of the girl. Sheat least, had been released. A face, cruel, pinched, hardened, with flamingagate eyes and an insolent smile, stood lookingout at us through the dulled, dusty window-pane.It was the fury. Meanwhile, the peasant was still defending hispost. A moment later the tall frame of the farmersuddenly filled the open doorway. The peasantwell-nigh fell into his masters arms. The farm-ers face was quite terrible to look upon, but thepurple stain of passion was now turned to red.There was a mocking insolence in his tone as headdressed us, that matched with the womans un-concealed glee. Will you not come in, mesdames ? Will you
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THREE NORMANDY INNS. 91 not rest a while after your long walk? On themans hard face there was still the shadow of asinister cruelty as he waved his hand toward theroom within. The peasants good-humored, loutish smile, andhis stupid, cow-like eyes, by contrast, were theeyes and smile of a benevolent deity. The smile told us we were right, as we slunkaway toward the open road. The head kept nod-ding approval as we vanished presently beneaththe shade of the protecting trees. The fields, as we swept rapidly past them, wereas bathed in peace as when we had left them;there was even a more voluptuous content abroad:for the twilight was wrapping about the land-scape its poppied dusk of gloom and shadow.Above, the birds were swirling in sweeping circles,raining down the ecstasy of their night-song; stillabove, far beyond them, across a zenith pure,transparent, ineffably pink, illumined wisps ofclouds were trailing their scarf-like shapes. Itwas a scene of beatific peace. Across the fieldscame

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