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Updated: May 28, 2025
The storm blew huskily over bushes of heather and furze that it was unable materially to disturb, and the travellers proceeded as before. But the horses were now far from fresh, and the time spent in reaching the next village was quite half as long as that taken up by the previous heavy portion of the drive. When they entered Flychett it was about three.
Perhaps the rain may hold up by that time. Anything's better than going out of our way. 'Yes. And the horses can last out to that place, said Mountclere. 'Up and on again, my man. On they went towards Flychett. Still the everlasting heath, the black hills bulging against the sky, the barrows upon their round summits like warts on a swarthy skin.
The next evening I left, and walked across the heath to Flychett that's a village about five miles further on so as to be that distance on my way for next morning; and while I was crossing the heath there I met this very woman. We talked a little, because we couldn't help it you may imagine the kind of talk it was and parted as coolly as we had met.
'Still, I think we had better push on, said Sol. 'I am against running the risk of finding the way flooded about Havenpool. 'So am I, returned Mountclere. 'I know a wheelwright in Flychett, continued Sol, 'and he keeps a beer- house, and owns two horses. We could hire them, and have a bit of sommat in the shape of victuals, and then get on to Anglebury.
'No, sir unless we go there to change horses, which I thought to do. The direct road is straight on. Havenpool lies about three miles down there on the left. But the water is over the road, and we had better go round. We shall come to no place for two or three miles, and then only to Flychett. 'What's Flychett like? 'A trumpery small bit of a village.
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