It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the ey — Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the ey — Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the ey — Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the ey — Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the ey — Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
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It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

— Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
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