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XXII. The Great Barn and the Sheep-Shearers

           Fullofthisdimandtemperatebliss,hewentontoflingtheeweoveruponherotherside,coveringherheadwithhisknee,graduallyrunningtheshearslineafterlineroundherdewlap;thenceaboutherflankandback,andfinishingoverthetail.

           "Welldone,anddonequickly!"saidBathsheba,lookingatherwatchasthelastsnipresounded.

           "Howlong,miss?"saidGabriel,wipinghisbrow.

           "Three-and-twentyminutesandahalfsinceyoutookthefirstlockfromitsforehead.ItisthefirsttimethatIhaveeverseenonedoneinlessthanhalfanhour."

           Theclean,sleekcreaturearosefromitsfleecehowperfectlylikeAphroditerisingfromthefoamshouldhavebeenseentoberealizedlookingstartledandshyatthelossofitsgarment,whichlayonthefloorinonesoftcloud,unitedthroughout,theportionvisiblebeingtheinnersurfaceonly,which,neverbeforeexposed,waswhiteassnow,andwithoutflaworblemishoftheminutestkind.

           "CainBall!"

           "Yes,MisterOak;hereIbe!"

           Cainynowrunsforwardwiththetar-pot."B.E."isnewlystampedupontheshornskin,andawaythesimpledamleaps,panting,overtheboardintotheshirtlessflockoutside.

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