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It was the Feast night. In the grey spleen of evening, through the dusty lanes towards Mediavilla county society flocked.
Peering round a cow-shed door, Primrose and Phoebe, procured as waitresses for the occasion, felt their valour ooze as they surveyed the arriving guests, and dropping prostrate amid the straw, declared, in each other's arms, that never, never would they find the courage to appear.