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"'E were allus a sight too fond o' pitchin' into folk, Jarge were!"

said Job; "it be a mercy as my back weren't broke more nor once"

"Ah!" nodded the Ancient, "youin the

back, Job! The way I've seed 'ee come a-rollin' an' awallerin'

out o' that theer smithy's wonnerful, wonnerful Lord! Job--'ow

you did roll!"

"Well, 'e won't never do it no ame, an' knockin' 'is keepers about, 't aren't

likely as Squire Beverley'll let 'i for the first tirine Beverley?"

"Ay, for sure"

"And how far is it to Burnha; "why, it lays 't other side o'

Horsht mile, Peter," said the Ancient "Nine,

Peter!" cried old Ah I won't swear, Peter," continued the Ancient, "I won't

swear as it aren't--seven--call it six an' three quarters!" said

he, with his eagle eye on Old Amos

"Then I had better start now," said I, and rose

"Why, Peter--wheer be goin'?"

"To Burnham Hall, Ancient"