A big, black automobile stood under a tree. William tossed the things into it and climbed to the front seat with a laugh. "The police will have as much trouble finding a grey machine as the poundman will have finding a long-haired St. Bernard dog. We'll hit the road lively at night and camp in the day. There's just one thing you've got to remember.
He took her in his arms and kissed her, but she proved a passive sweetheart. There was no tenseness in her body, her arms did not go around him, and her lips met his without their wonted pressure. She was angry with him, he concluded, as he returned from the gate. But why? It was unfortunate that the poundman had gobbled Maria's cows. But it was only a stroke of fate.
"You see, this morning the poundman got Maria's two cows and the baby calf, and well, it happened that Maria didn't have any money, and so I had to recover her cows for her. That's where the Transcontinental fiver went 'The Ring of Bells' went into the poundman's pocket." "Then you won't come?" He looked down at his clothing. "I can't."
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