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"I am afraid I am taking you very much out of your road." "I have no road in particular, and would as soon go to Tor-Hadham, which I have never seen, as anywhere else. I am but a wanderer on the face of the earth." "Have you lost your papa and mamma too? Why, you are not much older than I am." "Little gentleman," said Kenelm, gravely, "I am just of age, and you, I suppose, are about fourteen."
It was a large handsome town, handsomer than Tor-Hadham, on account of its site in a valley surrounded by wooded hills, and watered by the fair stream whose windings we have seen as a brook, handsomer, also, because it boasted a fair cathedral, well cleared to the sight, and surrounded by venerable old houses, the residences of the clergy or of the quiet lay gentry with mediaeval tastes.
Tor-Hadham was a large town, not nominally the capital of the county, but, in point of trade and bustle and life, virtually the capital. The straight street, through which the cob went as slowly as if he had been drawing a Triumphal Car up the Sacred Hill, presented an animated appearance.
"Villain! he is the most honourable, high-minded But no matter now: I'll introduce you to him when we reach Tor-Hadham. Whip that pony: he is crawling." "It is up hill: a good man spares his beast."
If you are a gentleman you will not; and if you are not a gentleman, I have got L10 in my purse, which you shall have when I am safe at Tor-Hadham. Don't hesitate: my whole life is at stake!" And the boy began once more to sob. Kenelm directed the pony's head towards Tor-Hadham, and the boy ceased to sob. "You are a good, dear fellow," said the boy, wiping his eyes.
I thought so, 'To Tor-Hadham, eighteen miles. That's the road to 'Tor-Hadham." "Do you mean to say I am to drive you all that way, eighteen miles?" "Yes." "And to whom are you going?" "I will tell you by and by. Do go on; do, pray. I can't drive never drove in my life or I would not ask you. Pray, pray, don't desert me!
If you are a gentleman you will not; and if you are not a gentleman, I have got L10 in my purse, which you shall have when I am safe at Tor-Hadham. Don't hesitate: my whole life is at stake!" And the boy began once more to sob. Kenelm directed the pony's head towards Tor-Hadham, and the boy ceased to sob. "You are a good, dear fellow," said the boy, wiping his eyes.
"I am afraid I am taking you very much out of your road." "I have no road in particular, and would as soon go to Tor-Hadham, which I have never seen, as anywhere else. I am but a wanderer on the face of the earth." "Have you lost your papa and mamma too? Why, you are not much older than I am." "Little gentleman," said Kenelm, gravely, "I am just of age, and you, I suppose, are about fourteen."
Tor-Hadham was a large town, not nominally the capital of the county, but, in point of trade and bustle and life, virtually the capital. The straight street, through which the cob went as slowly as if he had been drawing a Triumphal Car up the Sacred Hill, presented an animated appearance.
Twice as they came nearer to the town of Tor-Hadham, Kenelm nudged the boy, and said, "My boy, I must talk with you;" and twice the boy, withdrawing his arm from the nudge, had answered dreamily, "Hush! I am thinking." And so they entered the town of Tor-Hadham, the cob very much done up.
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