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At this point they turned into the lane to Westring: and Loveday went with him a little beyond Priddlestone to see the fatal elm. The next morning, after breakfast, Hogarth went down old Thring Street, and spent a penny for a note-book to contain the signatures of his association. and Hogarth was soon bending in the street over a paragraph, short but in pica.
On the third day Bates, as though he had just left off, resumed his story: "You know Seely's, the general shop, at Priddlestone", said he; "it was there we always did our Wednesday-night marketin' nobody would believe what high old jinks those Wednesday pay-days was to us Great Eastern blokes!
By the time we reached Priddlestone, we had a quart of four-ale down us, let alone what we'd had before, and, as the saying is, one glass leads to another.
His risk of arrest here, round about his old home, was enormous, and he drew the Bedouin kefie well round his face, skulking from the station to the "Fen", northward, where he got an urchin to buy him a paper lantern in a general shop, and now trudged up to Priddlestone, then down through meadows to the beech-wood, the night rough with March winds.
But I haven't got any time and, oh my, I don't know how to say it, but to be frank with you could you lend Richard two pounds ?" Loveday coloured to the roots of his hair. He could not tell her: "Open that envelope in your hand", for that would have meant that it was he who had sent the L50 it contained; and he had now only one sixpence in Priddlestone.
When he handed her an envelope rather stuffed with papers, she went on her flurried way; and soon Loveday was bowing before her in his sitting-room at Priddlestone. "You will be surprised to see me, Mr. Loveday," said she, panting. "A little surprised, but most awfully glad, too. Is all well?" "Oh, far from that, I'm afraid.
It wur a bad day for me as ever I come to Lunnon! I'm Norfolk born, I am: and I had eight sons, which the last was Fred, who, they say, met his death in Colmoor...." At that word, "Fred", Hogarth started: for under the elm in the beech-wood between Thring and Priddlestone Fred had concealed a thing fallen from heaven, which could be sold for a thousand pounds.
By now we was feeling just nicely, thank you, and instead of going to Seely's, we took a short cut to 'The Broom', and it was going on for past eleven when we found ourselves in you know the beechwood between Priddlestone and Thring she singing all the time with her head thrown back, at the top of her voice. "Hogarth, it gives me the creeps to think of!
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