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As she raked together what was left of the hay, the young wife

shook off the bits of hay that had fallen on her neck, and

straightening the red kerchief that had dropped forward over her

white brow, not browned like her face by the sun, she crept under

the cart to tie up the load. Ivan directed her how to fasten the

cord to the cross-piece, and at something she said he laughed

aloud. In the expressions of both faces was to be seen vigorous,

young, freshly awakened love.

Chapter 12