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Chapter 26
Thefieldswerebeingreaped;twoshipslayanchored,andboatswerecomingandgoingontheHope.Itwasaltogetherarightpleasantsighttome;andIcouldnottakemyfillofgazingatthesecomfortable,green,cultivatedhillsandthebusypeoplebothofthefieldandsea.
Forallthat,therewasMr.Rankeillor’shouseonthesouthshore,whereIhadnodoubtwealthawaitedme;andherewasIuponthenorth,cladinpoorenoughattireofanoutlandishfashion,withthreesilvershillingslefttomeofallmyfortune,apricesetuponmyhead,andanoutlawedmanformysolecompany.
“O,Alan!”saidI,“tothinkofit!Overthere,there’sallthatheartcouldwantwaitingme;andthebirdsgoover,andtheboatsgoover—allthatpleasecango,butjustmeonly!O,man,butit’saheart-break!”
InLimekilnsweenteredasmallchange-house,whichweonlyknewtobeapublicbythewandoverthedoor,andboughtsomebreadandcheesefromagood-lookinglassthatwastheservant.Thiswecarriedwithusinabundle,meaningtositandeatitinabushofwoodonthesea-shore,thatwesawsomethirdpartofamileinfront.Aswewent,Ikeptlookingacrossthewaterandsighingtomyself;andthoughItooknoheedofit,Alanhadfallenintoamuse.Atlasthestoppedintheway.
“Didyetakeheedofthelassweboughtthisof?”sayshe,tappingonthebreadandcheese.
“Tobesure,”saidI,“andabonnylassshewas.”
“Yethoughtthat?”crieshe.“Man,David,that’sgoodnews.
