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Not until dawn stole grey along the village street; not until sparrows in the thatch above him began their salutation to the morning; not until Chagford rookery had sent forth a harmonious multitude to the hills and valleys did Clement's aching eyes find sleep.
Arrived at Chagford, familiar forms greeted Will in the market-place, and again he bawled his information without dismounting. "A son 'tis, Chapple comed an hour ago a brave li'l bwoy, so they tell!" "Gude luck to it, then! An' now you'm a parent, you must " But Will was out of earshot, and Mr. Chapple wasted no more breath.
At length she addressed him, still panting between the syllables. "My heart's a pit-pat! Hurry, hurry, for the Lard's sake! The bees be playin' an' they'll call Johnson if you ban't theer directly minute!" Playing = swarming. Johnson, a thatcher, was the only other man in Chagford who shared any knowledge of apiarian lore with Clement. "Sorry you should have had the journey only for that, mother.
"I hope 't was vain talk an' not true anyway." "More talk 'bout me? You'd think Chagford was most tired o' my name, wouldn't 'e? Who was it now?" "Him Jan Grimbal. I met him 'mong the mushrooms. He burst out an' said wicked, awful things, but his talk touched the li'l bwoy. He thought Tim was yourn an' he was gwaine to do mischief against you." "Damn his black mind!
A spectator, aware of certain facts, had viewed the progress of Chris with some slight interest. Three ways were open to her, three main thoroughfares leading out of Chagford to places of parallel or greater importance.
You must let Will knaw what 's doin' by letter this very night. 'T is awnly fair, you being set in trust for him." "Strange, these Grimbal brothers," mused Clement, as the lovers proceeded in the direction of Chagford. "They come home with everything on God's earth that men might desire to win happiness, and, by the look of it, each marks his home-coming by falling in love with one he can't have."
He was very angry still as he retraced the recent conversation. Then, among those various fancies and projects in his mind, the wildest and most foolish stood out before him as both expedient and to be desired. His purpose in Chagford was to get advice from another man; but before he reached the village his own mind was established.
Please God, he'll be back long 'fore you want him. Us'll make the least we can of it, an' bide patient until we hear tell of him. He've gone to Plymouth that's all Chagford needs to knaw at present." "Theer 's newspapers an' Jan Grimbal," sobbed Phoebe. "A dark man wi' fixed purposes, sure enough," admitted her father, for Will's long letter had placed all the facts before him.
You doan't ax me after the fust cheel Phoebe had." "I knaw. I put some violets theer that very night. We were camped just above Chagford, not far from here." "Theer's a li'l gal now, an' a bwoy as I'll tell'e about bimebye. A sheer miracle't was that falled out the identical day I buried my Willy. No natural fashion of words can explain it. But that'll keep. Now let me look at'e.
At Stratton, Cornwall, up to 1547, at any rate, if not later, ales were the chief source of income. Archaeologia, xlvi, 195-6. Also St. Anthony's Gild ales at Chagford. Devon Ass. for Adv. of Science, viii, 74 . Various persons at Milton Abbot sold ale and bread. Op. cit., vol. xi , 218. The same year in these acc'ts we find three conduit wardens mentioned. Butcher, The Parish of Ashburton, 41.
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