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swered, pointing to where sky and woodland met.
He smiled and started. They rode swiftly by the rich valley farms which flanked the road on either side, stretching away to the sky, that shut down over the earth like a lid to a huge pot. The air was hot and vibrant with midsummer noises.
"Things feel sort of at their height," Priscilla said.
"So they are," Drake answered. "In another day or so we're over the edge and down toward fall."
"Too bad things can't ever stay at the height."
"You won't think so ten years from now."
They were silent for awhile, and when Priscilla looked around, The Parson was asleep.
"We're in the Seven League Boots," she said. "We're running away from the Devil to save The Parson."
"Poor Mrs. Crompton! Is she the Devil?" Drake laughed.
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