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"Silver bean-stalks, silver bean-stalks, oh hé, oh hé," down the long village street, from door to door, the cry repeatedly came, until the vendor's voice was lost on the evening air.
In a rocking chair, before the threshold of a palm thatched cabin, a matron with broad, bland features, and a big, untidy figure, surveyed the scene with a nonchalant eye.