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Four market towns fill up the rest of this part of the country Dunmow, Braintree, Thaxted, and Coggeshall all noted for the manufacture of bays, as above, and for very little else, except I shall make the ladies laugh at the famous old story of the Flitch of Bacon at Dunmow, which is this: One Robert Fitzwalter, a powerful baron in this county in the time of Henry III., on some merry occasion, which is not preserved in the rest of the story, instituted a custom in the priory here: That whatever married man did not repent of his being married, or quarrel or differ and dispute with his wife within a year and a day after his marriage, and would swear to the truth of it, kneeling upon two hard pointed stones in the churchyard, which stones he caused to be set up in the Priory churchyard for that purpose, the prior and convent, and as many of the town as would, to be present, such person should have a flitch of bacon.
"The man had better have hanged himself," said she. Flitch bestirred his misfortune-sodden features and members for a continuation of the doleful narrative. "How did this occur?" Sir Willoughby peremptorily asked him. Flitch appealed to his former master for testimony that he was a good and a careful driver. Sir Willoughby thundered: "I tell you to tell me how this occurred."
She had spoken strangely of the fall of his wedding-present, strangely of Willoughby; or there was a sound of strangeness in an allusion to her appointed husband: and she had treated Willoughby strangely when they met. Above all, her word about Flitch was curious. And then that look of hers! And subsequently she transferred her polite attentions to Willoughby's friend.
I shall deal with Flitch presently, and God help him if he has played a game of his own! Meantime, the one object in view must be the Green Box at Grey House." "For Heaven's sake be cautious! You spoke of bribing the man Caw, but the more I have thought of it " "That's past. There is no time for delicate negotiations.
The chaplain has often told me, that upon a catechising day, when Sir Roger has been pleased with a boy that answers well, he has ordered a Bible to be given him next day for his encouragement; and sometimes accompanies it with a flitch of bacon to his mother.
Flitch took a long breath and faced his patron, fairly and squarely. "Mr. Marvel's gone," he said. "What?" "I was fearin' ye meant ill by him, and this mornin' I gave him back his money and let him go free." Grey and ugly was Bullard's face; his body was rigid; his jaw worked stiffly. "You you damned fool!" The other drew his crumpled cap across his sweating forehead.
Sir Willoughby had guessed the person who inspired his friend Horace to plead so pertinaciously and inopportunely for the man Flitch: and it had not improved his temper or the pose of his rejoinders; he had winced under the contrast of his friend Horace's easy, laughing, sparkling, musical air and manner with his own stiffness; and he had seen Clara's face, too, scanning the contrast he was fatally driven to exaggerate his discontentment, which did not restore him to serenity.
Whose the fault? The sight of that man was annoying. Flitch was a stable-boy, groom, and coachman, like his father before him, at the Hall thirty years; his father died in our service. Mr. Flitch had not a single grievance here; only one day the demon seizes him with the notion of bettering himself he wants his independence, and he presents himself to me with a story of a shop in our county town.
"Certainly, Nancy, we'll be very happy to hear any story the gintleman may plase to tell us; but, Nancy, achora, before he begins, what if you'd just fry a slice or two of that glorious flitch, hanging over his head, in the corner? that, and about six eggs, Nancy, and you'll have the priest's blessing, gratis." "Why, Father Ned, it's too fresh, entirely sure it's not a week hanging yet.
Her husband collected some pot-herbs in the garden, and she shred them from the stalks, and prepared them for the pot He reached down with a forked stick a flitch of bacon hanging in the chimney, cut a small piece, and put it in the pot to boil with the herbs, setting away the rest for another time. A beechen bowl was filled with warm water that their guests might wash.
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