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"I know you are," said Robarts, who knew the man well, and cared nothing for his friend's peculiarities when he felt his own withers to be unwrung. "But you might have been down at Hoggle End with the brickmakers, and then I should have had to go after you." "I should have grieved " began Crawley; but Robarts interrupted him at once. "Let us go for a walk, and I'll leave the man with the horses.
I do not remember me that I ever saw one. It is an animal whose habits I have not watched." "There is an earth at Hoggle Bushes," said the major; "and I never knew it without a litter." "I think I know the domestic whereabouts of every fox in Plumstead," said the archdeacon, with an ill-natured intention of astonishing Mr Crawley.
The world would never be so hard to a woman or to children as it had been to him. He was sitting saturated with rain, saturated also with thinking, and quite unobservant of anything around him, when he was accosted by an old man from Hoggle End, with whom he was well acquainted. "Thee be wat, Master Crawley," said the old man. "Wet!" said Crawley, recalled suddenly back to the realities of life.
"Nay, dear; he is your own friend, of your own making. You must say what you think fit." "You are not going?" "I think we had better, dear." Then she went, and Jane with her, and Jane opened the door for Major Grantly. Mr Crawley himself was away, at Hoggle End, and did not return till after Major Grantly had left the parsonage.
A brickmaker of Hoggle End, much favoured by Mr Crawley, had asked for change over the counter of this Barchester bank, not, as will be understood, the bank on which the cheque was drawn and had received it.
From Hoggle End he could hardly hope to pick up further lessons of wisdom. What could any Giles Hoggett say to him beyond what he had said to him already? If he were to read the doctor's letter to Hoggett, and to succeed in making Hoggett understand it, Hoggett could only caution him to be dogged.
Mr Crawley was away at Hoggle End, reading to the brickmakers, or turning the mangles of their wives, or teaching them theology, or politics, or history, after his fashion. In these days he spent, perhaps, the happiest hours of his life down at Hoggle End.
But among the very poor, among the brickmakers of Hoggle End, a lawless, drunken, terribly rough lot of humanity, he was held in high respect; for they knew that he lived hardly, as they lived; that he worked hard, as they worked; and that the outside world was hard to him, as it was to them; and there had been an apparent sincerity of godliness about the man, and a manifest struggle to do his duty in spite of the world's ill-usage, which had won its way even with the rough; so that Mr Crawley's name had stood high with many in his parish, in spite of the unfortunate peculiarity of his disposition.
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