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"That was very brutal, I think," said Dorothea

"Well, now, it seemed rather black to me, I confess, in a Methodist

preacher, you know And Johnson said, 'You e what a

_hypocrite_ he is' And upon hest style of , I think--you know Young? Well, now,

Flavell in his shabby black gaiters, pleading that he thought the Lord

had sent hiht to knock it

down, though not a hty hunter before the Lord, as Ni would have ht have worked it up But really, when I

ca that the fellow should have

a bit of hare to say grace over It's all a matter of

prejudice--prejudice with the law on its side, you know--about the

stick and the gaiters, and so on However, it doesn't do to reason

about things; and law is law But I got Johnson to be quiet, and I

hushed the matter up I doubt whether Chettam would not have been more

severe, and yet he comes down on me as if I were the hardest ley's"

Mr Brooke got down at a farate, and Dorothea drove on It is

wonderful how s will look e only suspect that we

are blalass are apt to

change their aspect for us after we have heard some frank remark on

their less ad

how pleasantly conscience takes our encroachments on those who never

coley's homestead never

before looked so dismal to Mr Brooke as it did today, with hisof the "Trumpet," echoed by Sir Ja influence of the fine

arts which ht have been

delighted with this homestead called Freeman's End: the old house had

dormer-s in the dark red roof, two of the chie porch was blocked up with bundles of sticks, and

half the ere closed with gray worreild luxuriance; theover it was a perfect study of highly oat (kept doubtless on

interesting superstitious grounds) lying against the open back-kitchen