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"Well, Lizzie, how does the Ocho Rios country strike you?" and Gerrard pulled up his horse under the grateful shade of a great Leichhardt tree standing on the bank of a clear, sandy-bottomed creek.
"I think it is beautiful, Tom, almost tropical, especially anywhere near the sea," and Mrs Westonley jumped lightly from her horse. "Are we going to spell here for awhile?"