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The sun was streaming down the narrow rocky street of St. Pucelle, in one long, unbroken line of light. I could hear the shrill voice of Madame Marmoret screaming to frighten away the pigeons, as they alighted on the line she had erected in the courtyard to hang her spotless caps and aprons on; and Tessie disturbed me in the midst of writing a long letter home-somehow, I found it difficult to get out of the habit of calling Mrs. Sandiland's place of residence ‘home'-to ask if I would take my work and go with her to sit on the brow of the hill that overlooked the valley of Artois.
‘It is "pig-killing day" in St. Pucelle, Hilda, and you will find it so much pleasanter to be out of the town than in it.'