The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Austin departed, and presently afterwards returned with the two subordinate officers, each of whom wore a leathern apron round his waist, and carried a large hammer. All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not.
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