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John. glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows look Above the river, and, but a month ago, The whole hill-side was redder than a fox. Is yon plantation where this byway joins The turnpike? James. Yes. John. And when does this come by? James. The mail? At one o'clock. John. What is it now? James. A quarter to. John. Whose house is that I see? Beyond the watermills? James. Sir Edward Head's: But he's abroad: the place is to be sold. John. Oh, his. He was not broken.