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L. The Sheep Fair—Troy Touches His Wife's Hand

           Hehastilythrustasidethecurtaindividinghisownlittledressingspacefromthatofthemanagerandproprietor,whonowappearedastheindividualcalledTomKingasfardownashiswaist,andastheaforesaidrespectablemanagerthencetohistoes.

           "Here’sthedeviltopay!"saidTroy.

           "How’sthat?"

           "Why,there’sablackguardcreditorinthetentIdon’twanttosee,who’lldiscovermeandnabmeassureasSatanifIopenmymouth.What’stobedone?"

           "Youmustappearnow,Ithink."

           "Ican’t."

           "Buttheplaymustproceed."

           "DoyougiveoutthatTurpinhasgotabadcold,andcan’tspeakhispart,butthathe’llperformitjustthesamewithoutspeaking."

           Theproprietorshookhishead.

           "Anyhow,playornoplay,Iwon’topenmymouth,"saidTroy,firmly.

           "Verywell,thenletmesee.Itellyouhowwe’llmanage,"saidtheother,whoperhapsfeltitwouldbeextremelyawkwardtooffendhisleadingmanjustatthistime."Iwon’ttell’emanythingaboutyourkeepingsilence;goonwiththepieceandsaynothing,doingwhatyoucanbyajudiciouswinknowandthen,andafewindomitablenodsintheheroicplaces,youknow.They’llneverfindoutthatthespeechesareomitted."

           Thisseemedfeasibleenough,forTurpin’sspeecheswerenotmanyorlong,thefascinationofthepiecelyingentirelyintheaction;andaccordinglytheplaybegan,andattheappointedtimeBlackBessleaptintothegrassycircleamidtheplauditsofthespectators.

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