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Jim Greatorex, alert and in violent possession of all his faculties, dashed down the stairs and out into the yard. Rowcliffe followed into the darkness where his horse and trap stood waiting for him. He was lighting his lamps when Jim Greatorex appeared beside him with a lantern. "Dr. Rawcliffe, will yo joost coom an' taak a look at lil maare?" Jim's sullenness was gone.
Blenkiron came out and looked at him sulkily. "I'll shoe t' maare," he said, "but yo'll stand outside t' smithy, Jim Greatorex." For answer Jim rode the mare into the smithy and dismounted there. Then Blenkiron spoke. "You'd best 'ave staayed where yo' were. But yo've coom in an' yo' s'all 'ave a bit o' my toongue. To-morra's yore weddin' day, I 'ear?"
"Well," said Peacock, "thot beats mae. I sud navver a thought thot t' owd maare could a got away from t' doctor's horse. Nat ef e'd a mind t' paass 'er." "No," said Gwenda. She was thinking, "It's Mary. It's Mary. How could she, when she knew, when she was on her honor not to think of him?" And she remembered a conversation she had had with her stepmother two months ago, when the news came.
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