Here, wake up! cried Silas. None of your foxin'! Wake up! D'ye hear? He shook him roughly by the shoulder, but the boy still slumbered on.
Here, wake up!
None of your foxin'! Wake up! D'ye hear?
The church bell's ring could be heard the length of the valley.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
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