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Maybe half a year, counting this summer. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing. Probably a sick man's whim. “She doesn’t know. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church. ‘Well, she’d better learn fast if she wants any truck with me. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. He thought of his severe attitude towards the girl who was rightly and with contempt refusing his measured help. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. Lucy spoke once they had turned the corner. If I am to have no other opportunity I will speak before them. Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant.
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