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When Caldigate had shaken hands with them all round, each muttering his word of welcome, then Holt began: 'We wish you to know, squoire, that we, none of us, ain't been comfortable in our minds here at Folking since that crawling villain Crinkett came and showed himself at our young squire's christening. 'That we ain't, said Timothy Purvidge, another Netherden farmer.
But not a word of the kind at Folking, nor yet in Netherden; nor yet at Utterden, Mr. Halfacre. But all this is over, and we do hope that you, ma'am, and the young squoire 'll live long, and the young 'un of all long after we are gone to our rest, and that you'll be as fond of Folking as Folking is of you.
Those who knew him in the neighbourhood were accustomed to say that he had quarrelled with everybody about him. In December the baby was born, just twelve months after the marriage, and there was great demonstrations of joy, and ringing of bells in the parishes of Utterden and Netherden. The baby was a boy, and all was as it ought to be.
Caldigate was a country squire with a moderate income, living in a moderate house called Folking, in the parish of Utterden, about ten miles from Cambridge. Here he owned nearly the entire parish, and some portion of Netherden, which lay next to it, having the reputation of an income of £3,000 a-year. It probably amounted to about two-thirds of that.
The two Caldigates went out to see their friends as far as the gate, and while they were still within the grounds there came a merry peal from the bells of Netherden church-tower. 'I knew they'd be at it, said Mr. Holt. 'And quite right too, said Mr. Halfacre.
Holt put the case uncommonly well. 'No! we knew, he continued, with a wave of his hand. 'But the jury weren't Netherden men, nor yet Utterden, Mr. Halfacre, he added, turning to a tenant from the other parish. 'And they couldn't tell how it all was as we could.
None of them were so expressive as Holt, but he could perceive that he was regarded by all of them as a person who, by his conduct, was bringing misfortune, not only on himself, but on the whole parishes of Utterden and Netherden. At dinner the Squire conversed upon various subjects if not easily to himself, at least with affected ease.
In the two parishes of Utterden and Netherden there is no rise of ground which can by any stretch of complaisance be called a hill. The property is bisected by an immense straight dike, which is called the Middle Wash, and which is so sluggish, so straight, so ugly, and so deep, as to impress the mind of a stranger with the ideas of suicide.
But the people, especially the people of Utterden and Netherden, and of Chesterton, and even of Cambridge, were all on the side of Caldigate and Hester as a married couple. They liked the persistency with which he had claimed his wife, and applauded her to the echo for her love and firmness. Of course the scene at Puritan Grange had been much exaggerated.
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