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At dawn the reapers were already in the rye field. It was the big rectangular field owned by James McDara, the retired engineer. The field started on the slope of a hill and ran down gently to the sea-road that was covered with sand. It was bound by a low stone fence and the yellow heads of the rye-stalks leaned out over the fence all round in a thick mass, jostling and crushing one another as the morning breeze swept over them with a swishing sound.
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© 1999 Liam O’Flaherty
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Kelly, A.A. (1999). The Reaping Race. In: Kelly, A.A. (eds) Liam O’Flaherty The Collected Stories. Palgrave Macmillan, New York. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-137-07257-3_67
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