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Roy don't pay now on a Saturday night. He gives us all a sort o' note, good for six shilling, and we has, us or our wives, to take that to Peckaby's, and get what we can for it. On the Monday, at twelve o'clock, which is his new time for paying the wages, he docks us of six shilling. That's his plan now; and no wonder as some of us has kicked at it, and then he have turned us off. I be one."

"It's an awful shame," cried a civil, quiet woman, Sarah Grind, one of a very numerous family, commonly called "Grind's lot," "that we should be beat down to have our victuals and other things at such a place as Peckaby's! Sometimes, sir, I'm almost inclined to ask, is it Christians as rules over us?" Lionel felt the shaft levelled at his family, though not personally at himself.

Is this weather for keeping meat?" "The weather didn't get to this heat till yesterday in the afternoon," said they and Lionel could not deny the fact. Mrs. Dawson took up the word. "Our meat warn't bought at Peckaby's; our meat were got at Clark's, and it were sweet as a nut. 'Twere veal, too, and that's the worst meat for keeping.

Nancy has gone from Verner's Pride." "Poor deluded woman!" ejaculated Lady Verner. "There's a story told in the village about that Peckaby's wife Decima can tell it best, though. I wonder where she is?" Lucy rose. "I will go and find her, Lady Verner." No sooner had she quitted the room, than Lady Verner turned to Lionel, her manner changing. She began to speak rapidly, with some emotion.

"Tynn says she remembers, when that Brother Jarrum was here in the spring, that Nancy made frequent excuses for going to Deerham in the evening," resumed Sibylla. "She thinks it must have been to frequent those meetings in Peckaby's shop." "I thought the man, Jarrum, had gone off, leaving the mischief to die away," observed Lionel. "So did everybody else," said Jan.

From being a timid man, living under wife-thraldom, he had come to exercise thraldom over her. How far Mrs. Peckaby's state of low spirits, into which she was generally sunk, may have explained this, nobody knew. "I have had a turn, Peckaby. I caught sight of a white tail a-going by, and I thought it might be the quadruple a-coming for me. I was shook, I can tell you.

"This six weeks he have done it, sir, and longer nor that. It's get our things from Peckaby's or it's not get any at all. Folks won't trust the likes of us, without us goes with the money in our hands. We might have knowed there was some evil in the wind when Peckaby's took to give us trust. Mr.

"You'd like to ruin poor Peckaby, I suppose, sir!" "I have nothing to do with Peckaby. If public rumour is to be credited, the business is not Peckaby's, but yours " "Them that says it is a pack of liars!" burst forth Roy. "Possibly. I say I have nothing to do with that. Peckaby " Lionel's voice faltered.

He became responsible I don't know whether it was quite wise of him to do so for the cost of the broken windows, and the women were allowed to go home unmolested. The men returned to their work, and Mr. Peckaby's face regained its colour. Roy was turning away, muttering to himself, when Lionel beckoned him aside with an authoritative hand. "Roy, this must not go on. Do you understand me?

"What, is that you, Miss Lucy! Well, I should as soon have thought of seeing Mrs. Peckaby's white donkey!" "I am weather-bound, Jan," said Lucy. "Mr. Verner was about to get me an umbrella." "To see if I could get one," corrected Lionel. "I question if the Hooks possess such a commodity." "Not they," cried Jan. "The girl's rather better," added he unceremoniously.