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On through the village they swept, past Brumhill Lane-end, thence over the crest where the road branches south to Devizes, and down the last slope. The moon rose as they passed the fourth milestone out of Calne; another five minutes and they drew up, the horses panting and hanging their heads, in the main street of Chippenham.
'I threaten no one, he answered. 'But your son, Mr. Dunborough, killed a man last night, and lies in custody at Chippenham at this very time! I say no more, my lady! He had said enough. My lady glared; then began to shake in her turn.
Pickwick Moses Bath coach I know. C. Pickwick near Chippenham? Paul Methven lives there I know. A. No no I tell you, he's a man that writes. B. Is he? He may be. How should I know? C. Well it's a d d hard case, that, at the beginning of the season, I should have lost a d d good tiger. Has any body got a d d small tiger for sale?
Once, after the Chippenham flight, the monks had dared to go out in sad procession to meet the fierce raiders at the long dike that bars the way to Avalon, and for that time they had won safety for the place maybe by the loss of their treasures given as ransom, or, as some say, by the power of fearless and unarmed men; for there were men in the Danish host whose minds were noble, and might well be touched thereby.
Dunborough found his lips dry, his throat husky. 'What do you want? he muttered, his voice changed. 'I have told you all I know. Likely enough they have taken her back to get themselves out of the scrape. 'They have not, said the lawyer. 'We have come that way, and must have met them. 'They may be in Chippenham? 'They are not. We have inquired. 'Then they must have taken this road.
I shall get your letters a post quicker when you are away, and you can telegraph to me freely; whereas, if you telegraphed to Chippenham, whoever received the message there might mention its contents as curious to someone or other, and then, of course, it would become a matter of common gossip."
What the king said in reply the tradition which has preserved this pleasant tale fails to relate. Doubtless it needed some of the swineherd's eloquence to induce his irate wife to bake a fresh supply for their careless guest. It had been Guthrum's main purpose, as we may be assured, in his rapid ride to Chippenham, to seize the king.
This time he would go right on to Castle Boterel; ramble in that well-known neighbourhood during the evening and next morning, making inquiries; and return to Plymouth to meet them as arranged a contrivance which would leave their cherished project undisturbed, relieving his own impatience also. At Chippenham there was a little waiting, and some loosening and attaching of carriages.
The moment seemed propitious. "Francis," his friend began, "they say at the club that you refused to be briefed in the Chippenham affair." "Quite true," was the calm reply. "I told Griggs that I wouldn't have anything to do with it." Wilmore knew then that all was well. Francis' old air of strength and decision had returned. His voice was firm, his eyes were clear and bright.
But Sir George allowed no respite: in five minutes they were clear of the houses and riding hard for Chippenham, the next stage on the Bristol road; Sir George's horse cantering free, the lawyer's groaning as it bumped across Studley bridge and its rider caught the pale gleam of the water below.
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