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But three days after, William Privett was mowing with John Chiles in Mr. Hardcome's meadow, and in the heat of the day they sat down to eat their bit o' nunch under a tree, and empty their flagon. Afterwards both of 'em fell asleep as they sat.
'Betty Privett was as certain in her own mind that he did go out as she was of her own existence, and was little less certain that he did not return. She felt too disturbed to argue with him, and let the subject drop as though she must have been mistaken.
When she was walking down Longpuddle street later in the day she met Jim Weedle's daughter Nancy, and said, "Well, Nancy, you do look sleepy to-day!" "Yes, Mrs. Privett," says Nancy. "Now don't tell anybody, but I don't mind letting you know what the reason o't is. Last night, being Old Midsummer Eve, some of us went to church porch, and didn't get home till near one." "Did ye?" says Mrs.
Privett. "Old Midsummer yesterday was it? Faith I didn't think whe'r 'twas Midsummer or Michaelmas; I'd too much work to do." "Yes. And we were frightened enough, I can tell 'ee, by what we saw." "What did ye see?" "What did you see?" asked William's wife. "Well," says Nancy, backwardly "we needn't tell what we saw, or who we saw." "You saw my husband," says Betty Privett, in a quiet way.
William Privett used to be their odd man till he died. 'Ah William Privett! He dead too? dear me! said the other. 'All passed away! 'Yes, sir. William was much older than I. He'd ha' been over eighty if he had lived till now. 'There was something very strange about William's death very strange indeed! sighed a melancholy man in the back of the van.
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