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Updated: May 7, 2025
"He sent word to me there was six painted 'osses comin' by canal from Burning'am, to be delivered at the Wharf this mornin'; an' would I fetch 'em along to the Feet Ground, Henley-in-Arden, without delay?" "Henley-in-Arden!" exclaimed a voice behind the children; whereat Tilda turned about with a start. It was the voice of Mr.
She turned on 'Dolph, scolding, commanding him to be quiet; and 'Dolph subsided on his haunches and watched her, his stump tail jerking to and fro beneath him like an unweighted pendulum. There was a label attached to the straw bands. She turned it over and read: James Gavel, Proprietor, Imperial Steam Roundabouts, Henley-in-Arden.
Because, if so, there's five gallopin' 'orses down at the wharf waitin' to be taken over to Henley-in-Arden." "Oh?" said the woman. "My 'usband left word Gustavus was to fetch 'em along if they arrived. But who sent you with the message?" "I've a friend in Gavel's business," Tilda answered with dignity.
Mortimer, who had strolled across from the lock bank, and stood conning the wagon and team. "Henley-in-Arden? O Helicon! If you'll excuse the remark, sir. OParnassus!" "Maybe I might," said the wagoner guardedly, "if I understood its bearin's." "Name redolent of Shakespeare! Of Rosalind and Touchstone, Jaques and Amiens, sheepcrooks and venison feasts, and ballads pinned to oaks!
Comedy carted home through leafy ways shall trill her woodnotes her native woodnotes wild in Henley-in-Arden!" The wagon had been packed and had departed, Mrs. Mortimer perched high on a pile of tent cloths, and Mr. Mortimer waving farewells from the tail-board.
James Gavel, proprietor of Imperial Steam Roundabouts as well as of half a dozen side-shows, including a Fat Lady and a Try-your-Strength machine was a small man with a purplish nose and a temper kept irritable by alcohol; and to-day the Fates had conspired to rub that temper on the raw. He swore aloud, and partly believed, that ever since coming to Henley-in-Arden he was bewitched.
The penalty of Adam, the season's difference" Mr. Mortimer turned up his furred collar "surely, sir, you will allow no worse to afflict you? You, a dweller on the confines of Henley-in-Arden, within measurable distance, as I gathered?" "Mile an' a 'arf." "No more? O Phoebus and the Nine!" "There was," said Mr. Holly, "to 'a been six.
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