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We got to Chagford early this morning." Will laughed. "I never!" he said. "Why, you be lodging with my awn mother at the cottage above Rushford Bridge! You was expected this marnin', but I couldn't wait for 'e. You 'm Jan Grimbal eh?" "Right! And you're a nice host, to be sure!" "'T is solemn truth, you 'm biding under our roof, the 'Three Crowns' bein' full just now.
"He's in Chagford this very minute," said Phoebe. Then Mr. Blee spoke. On the occasion of any entertainment at Monks Barton he waited at table instead of eating with the family as usual. Now he addressed the company from his station behind Mr. Lyddon's chair. "Joel Ford's biding with his sister.
Chapple, and one Abraham Chown, the police inspector of Chagford, a thin, black-bearded man, oppressed with the cares of his office. "They be arranging the programme of festive delights," explained Phoebe. "My heart sinks in me every way I turn now. All the world seems thinking about what's to come; an' I knaw it never will." "'T is a wonnerful straange thing to fall out.
For three weeks he stayed, missing the company of his nephew not a little; and his residence in Chagford had needed no special comment save for an important incident resulting therefrom.
Sometimes us coined through Chagford, an' then I'd shut my eyes tight an' lie in the van, so's not to see the things his eyes had seen so's not to knaw when us passed the cottage he lived in. But now I've got to feel I could come back again." "You might have writ to say how you was faring." "I didn't dare. You'd bin sure to find me, an' I didn't want 'e to then.
Upon Chagford Bridge appeared Miller Lyddon and Mr. Blee. The latter had been whitewashing the apple-tree stems a course to which his master attached more importance than that pursued on Old Christmas Eve and through the gathering dusk the trunks now stood out livid and wan as a regiment of ghosts. "Heard from your brother since he left?" Mr. Lyddon inquired after evening greetings.
Thereupon he set off down the valley, his mind full of early British encampments, while John sat and smoked and pondered upon his future. He built no castles in the air, but a solid country house of red brick, destined to stand in its own grounds near Chagford, and to have a snug game-cover or two about it, with a few good acres of arable land bordering on forest.
And I'll come to know whether you liked it. Might I?" "Whether Will liked it?" She nodded and laughed, then the door hid her; while Martin Grimbal went his way treading upon air. Those labourers whom he met received from him such a "Good evening!" that the small parties, dropping back on Chagford from their outlying toil, grinned inquiringly, they hardly knew at what.
Many's the time you've given me gude advice, an' I've thanked 'e an' took it." Then he went for the spirits and mixed Mr. Blee a dose of more than usual strength. "You'm the most biting user of language in Chagford, when you mind to speak sour," declared Billy. "If I thought you meant all you said, I'd go an' hang myself in the barn this instant moment. But you doan't."
He suffered much, and the wide-spread sympathy of friends and acquaintance proved no anodyne but rather the reverse. He hated to see eyes grow grave and mouths serious upon his entry; he yearned to turn his back against Chagford and resume the process of living in a new environment. Temporary troubles vexed him more than the supreme disaster of his failure. Mr.
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