... if I wished it, and he telegraphed ' Come next week.' And then one day I asked Dolly down into the meadows to see if the blackberries were ripe. We took two little baskets and the berries were singing plump and large and purple black ; but beers we picked ...

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... you that the three Eve ate from was her own Will? They say ladies are still mighty fond of the fan: of that seine bush of blackberries—aye, very black berries they are too. An' then, when the woman ates of that fruit, the man is still sure to do the same; ...