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He cupped his ear and shook his head at her repetition, announcing in a nettled way that he had heard her the first time.
He then offered his own estimate of the weather, which was unenthusiastic.
`` Summer's been slow to come '', he said.
`` It's my dryin' out time ''.
He scowled at her flowers.
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