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Excerpt from Gone to Earth
She stood in the lane above. The cottage, which nestled below with its roof on a level with the hedge roots, and watched the sun dip. The red light from the west stained her torn old dress, her thin face, her eyes, till she seemed to be dipped in blood. The fox, wistfulness in her expression and the consciousness of coming supper in her mind, gazed obediently where her mistress gazed, and was touched with the same fierce beauty. They stood there fronting the crimson pools over the far hills, two small sentient things facing destiny with pathetic courage; they had, in the chill evening on the lonely hill, a look as of those predestined to grief, almost an air of martyrdom.
The small clouds that went westward took each in its turn the prevailing colour, and vanished, each dipped in blood.
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