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CHAPTER IX-3
After advancing a few hundred yards, Ezra Jennings stopped at a gap in the rough stone wall which shut off the moor from the road, at this part of it. "Do you mind resting a little, Mr. Blake?" he asked. "I am not what I was—and some things shake me." I agreed of course. He led the way through the gap to a patch of turf on the heathy ground, screened by bushes and dwarf trees on the side nearest to the road, and commanding in the opposite direction a grandly desolate view over the broad brown wilderness of the moor. The clouds had gathered, within the last half hour. The light was dull; the distance was dim. The lovely face of Nature met us, soft and still colourless—met us without a smile. We sat down in silence. Ezra Jennings laid aside his hat, and passed his hand wearily over his fo
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