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"My ears is all right!" returned John, frowning

"Oh, ah!" chuckled the old ht call 'erow'd--never, no!"

"A bit large, theya furtive pull

to the nearest ae as ever was, John!" nodded the Ancient--"oncoe!

an', consequent, they ketches a lot too much I've kep' my eye

on them ears o' yourn for thirty year an' er, you'll be 'earin' things afore they're

spoke, an'--"

John gave a fierce tug to the a up his horse, disappeared down the road in a cloud of

dust

"'Twere nigh on four year ago since Black Jarge thrashed John,

weren't it, Si' then, Peter, an' a

pretty tough chap 'e were, too, though a bit too fond o' swingin'

wi' 'is 'right' to please me"

"'E were very sweet on Prue then, weren't 'e, Si round 'The