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I inform him that we want to put up the horses and to hire a carriage to take us back to Farleigh Hall. Where can we do that? "Is it far to Underbridge?" The peasant repeats, "Var to Oonderbridge?" and laughs at the question. "Hoo-hoo-hoo!" "Will you gi' oi a drap of zyder?" I courteously bend my head, and point to the shilling. The agricultural intelligence exerts itself.
The peasant joins our melancholy procession. My wife is a fine woman, but he never once looks at my wife and, more extraordinary still, he never even looks at the horses. His eyes are with his mind and his mind is on the shilling. We reach the top of the hill and, behold on the other side, nestling in a valley, the shrine of our pilgrimage, the town of Underbridge!
"The horse will be nine year old next birthday. I've had the shay for four-and-twenty year. Mr. Max, of Underbridge, he bred the horse; and Mr. Pooley, of Yeovil, he built the shay. It's my horse and my shay. And that's their story!" Having relieved his mind of these details, the landlord proceeds to put the harness on the horse. By way of assisting him, I drag the chaise into the yard.
Some months since drifting here and there I found my way to Underbridge. The landlord of the inn had known something of my father's family in times past. Except on market days, there is nothing to do. In the coming winter the inn is to be shut up, and I shall have to shift for myself.
Of course upon that, "Mr." made his excuses, and "Mrs." had her own way. Before the week was out we rode over to Underbridge, and duly offered to Francis Raven a place in our service as supernumerary groom. At first the poor fellow seemed hardly able to realize his own extraordinary good fortune. Recovering himself, he expressed his gratitude modestly and becomingly. Mrs.
If I didn't see a church spire at Underbridge, I might suppose that we had lost ourselves on a savage island. Arriving at the town, we had no difficulty in finding the inn. The town is composed of one desolate street; and midway in that street stands the inn an ancient stone building sadly out of repair. The painting on the sign-board is obliterated.
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