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THOUGH Phyllys could hardly be called obstinate, she liked to carry out her intentions. On the way to Thacker's farm she saw a thickness clothing the fells, but it made no great impression on her mind. From morning to night she thought now of little but the promised visit to Castle Hill.
After tea and a chat with the farmer and his wife, she spoke of return.