The cattle at Mosfell were kept in a shieling, and Thordis stayed there while the Thing took place.
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And presently Mrs. Arthur Moorhouse was to be seen waltzing with just that right amount of unfluid dignity, that regal stiffness that comes with middle age, a touch of rheumatism, and an evergrowing sense of one's own consequence.
The windmill presented unexpected difficulties.
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