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He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. there was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.
-Charles Dickens
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He Lowered The Window, And Looked Out

Charles Dickens
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. there was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.
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