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They picked their way through the green bog and stood in the cottage. Through the empty windows swallows swooped to and from their brown mud nests.

Rabbits thronged to the dams at sundown, and Ernest Maplestead trapped them with fences. The rounded furry bodies milled in the traps, and the children shouted. ‘I want a black one,’ Rob cried; and they gave him a black one, which scratched him.

(Randolph Stow, The Merry-Go-Round in the Sea, 4)

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