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“You sweep them everyday?” asked J-of one.
“ Every day—yes,” he answered.
—And there was still a
down between the trees and
blowing my skirts about my
feet. Riding against it was
such hard work that I walked
many kilometres during the
morning. But indeed there
was scarce any walking with
ease.
We were glad many of the
towns and villages were in
little valleys. After hours,
perhaps, of steady pedalling,
it was pleasant to coast down a long hill, while a
country postman stopped in his struggle with a
French operatic umbrella turned inside out by the
wind, to smile and show the loss of all his front
teeth, as he cried-
“Ah,
“You sweep them everyday?” asked J-of one.
“ Every day—yes,” he answered.
—And there was still a
down between the trees and
blowing my skirts about my
feet. Riding against it was
such hard work that I walked
many kilometres during the
morning. But indeed there
was scarce any walking with
ease.
We were glad many of the
towns and villages were in
little valleys. After hours,
perhaps, of steady pedalling,
it was pleasant to coast down a long hill, while a
country postman stopped in his struggle with a
French operatic umbrella turned inside out by the
wind, to smile and show the loss of all his front
teeth, as he cried-
“Ah,