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Title: Our village
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Mitford, Mary Russell, 1787-1855 Ritchie, Anne Thackeray, 1837-1919 Thomson, Hugh, 1860-1920
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Publisher: London, New York : Macmillan and Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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fast as the lambs. Ah ! here is the shameless villain Saladin, the causeof the commotion, thrusting his slender nose into m\-hand to beg pardon and make up ! Oh wickedest ofsoldans ! Most iniquitous pagan ! Soul of a Turk !—but there is no resisting the good-humoured creaturespenitence. I must pat him. There ! there ! Nowwe will go to the copse ; I am sure we shall find noworse malefactors than ourselves—shall we, Maj ?—and the sooner we get out of sight of the sheep thebetter; for Brindle seems meditating another attack.Allons, messieurs, over this gate, across this meadow,and here is the copse. How boldly that superb ash-tree with its fine silverbark rises from the bank, and what a fine entrance itmakes with the holly beside it, which also deserves tobe called a tree ! But here we are in the coi)se. Ah !only one half of the underwood was cut last year, and OUR VILLAGE the dthcr is at its full growth : hazel, brier, woodbine,bramble, forming one impenetrable thicket, and almost
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