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STRANGER.Why, then you have outlasted All his improvements, for you see they're making Great alterations here.OLD MAN.Ay—great indeed! And if my poor old Lady could rise up— God rest her soul! 'twould grieve her to behold What wicked work is here.STRANGER.They've set about it In right good earnest. All the front is gone; Here's to be turf they tell me, and a road Round to the door. There were some yew trees too Stood in the court.OLD MAN.Aye Master! fine old trees! My grandfather could just remember back When they were planted there. It was my task To keep them trimm'd, and 'twas a pleasure to me!
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