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The present writer, to whom this party has been described times out of number by members of the Loveday family and other aged people now passed away, can never enter the old living-room of Overcombe Mill without beholding the genial scene through the mists of the seventy or eighty years that intervene between then and now.
She, too, had a very nice appearance in her best clothes as she walked along the sarcenet hat, muslin shawl, and tight-sleeved gown being of the newest Overcombe fashion, that was only about a year old in the adjoining town, and in London three or four. She could not be harsh to Loveday and dismiss him curtly, for his musical pursuits had refined him, educated him, and made him quite poetical.
It had already been noised abroad that miller Loveday had received a letter, and, his cart having been heard coming up the lane, the population of Overcombe drew down towards the mill as soon as he had gone indoors a sudden flash of brightness from the window showing that he had struck such an early light as nothing but the immediate deciphering of literature could require.
There was a moon during the early part of John's walk home, but when he had arrived within a mile of Overcombe the sky clouded over, and rain suddenly began to fall with some violence.
This threw them much together; and at these times John was often awkward and confused, on account of the unwonted stress of concealing his great love for her. Her interests had grandly developed from the limits of Overcombe and the town life hard by, to an extensiveness truly European.
The person who did not praise was the one who knew him best, who had known him as a boy years ago, when he had lived nearer to Overcombe than he did at present. This unappreciative person was the trumpet-major. At this time in the history of Overcombe one solitary newspaper occasionally found its way into the village. Derriman at the Hall, by whom it was handed on to Mrs.
Moreover, the numerous soldiers, regular and otherwise, that haunted Overcombe and its neighbourhood, were getting better acquainted with the villagers, and the result was that they were always standing at garden gates, walking in the orchards, or sitting gossiping just within cottage doors, with the bowls of their tobacco-pipes thrust outside for politeness' sake, that they might not defile the air of the household.
'Has anybody been hanging about Overcombe Mill except Loveday's son the soldier? he asked of a comrade. 'His son the sailor, was the reply. 'O his son the sailor, said Festus slowly. 'Damn his son the sailor! At this particular moment the object of Festus Derriman's fulmination was assuredly not dangerous as a rival.
Among the many thousands of minor Englishmen whose lives were affected by these tremendous designs may be numbered our old acquaintance Corporal Tullidge, who sported the crushed arm, and poor old Simon Burden, the dazed veteran who had fought at Minden. Instead of sitting snugly in the settle of the Old Ship, in the village adjoining Overcombe, they were obliged to keep watch on the hill.
'I have heard that the way they morticed yer skull was a beautiful piece of workmanship. Perhaps the young woman would like to see the place? 'Tis a curious sight, Mis'ess Anne; you don't see such a wownd every day. 'No, thank you, said Anne hurriedly, dreading, as did all the young people of Overcombe, the spectacle of the corporal uncovered.
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