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I awoke to find the waggon at a standstill and Master Trueers toyed lovingly with his whip-stock; but as I roused, this hand crept up to finger his several chins

"Yonder lieth Lamberhurst!" quoth he sulkily, and nodded where, in the valley beloas a village with a green wherein was a placid pool shaded by trees; and about this green stood white-walled cottages, many of theht pleasant to the eye), while beyond these again rose gables of barns or the pointed roofs of oasthouses "La yawned and stretched myself, I cla hoatched me, triple chin in hand

"Well," quoth he stoutly, "I be wondering what the likes o' you should be wanting wi' the likes o' Sir Richard Brandon o' Shene?"

"Nought but this," says I, shaking the hay from my tattered cloak, "I am come to watch hi slow and painful!" and speaking, I clenchedon this clutching hand, True no word, whipped his horses and the heavy wain ruone sorinned at ht the words "labour lost" For a ; howbeit, in a little, I turned and went down the hill very full of thought

Reaching the village I found it not yet astir, for the clock of the church tower showed the ti on my staff I stared up at the church toith its neeathercock, brave with gilding, agleaaze where (hard beside the pool upon the green) rose the grim shape of Sir Richard's new pillory Just now it stood untenanted and I wondered idly what unhappy wight was destined next to suffer there Thus stood I so round ot their cares awhile in blessed sleep; the wide road, the gabled cottages, oast-house and fragrant rick yard--all was as I e was there saving only Sir Richard's hateful pillory, wherefore I s him that set it there, turned away

Noithin a stone's-cast of the church was a goodly tavern with a weatherbeaten signboard a-swing above the door, whereon was painted what purported to be a leopard asleep and below the following legend, viz: ROUSE ME NOT and below this again: YE CONISBY ARMS