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"A whitewashed farmhouse, gleaming in the sun."
"A whitewashed farmhouse, gleaming in the sun."

Here is a height once more, and still no hint of the sea. The track has become a path which goes under tall hedges of thorn by pasture and ploughed lands; and then, at a turn of the hedge, far away below, suddenly appear the blue fields of the sea—

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