‘You ain’t got nothing on me. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. A deep dread calm, like that which precedes a thunderstorm, now prevailed amongst the assemblage. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends.
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