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Originally Posted by meeera
I'm actually somewhat ok with that aspect of the sentence, as I reckon incipient can stretch to the earliest swelling of the belly. But there's a nasty dangler at the end:
"From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with fresh hay."
(OK, OK, perhaps the sheep were stuffed with fresh hay. But I don't think that's what we were supposed to think.)
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Thanks for expanding and correcting my imperfect memory! And providing yet more evidence that Rosamunde Pilcher is not the author for me.
