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           ButIheardthatinthevillagethewomencallawaytheirchildrenifheispassing,asifheweretheMarquisdeSadeinperson.Hegoesonwithacertainimpudence,butIamafraidthetincanisfirmlytiedtohistail,andthatinwardlyherepeats,likeDonRodrigointheSpanishballad:’Ah,nowitbitesmewhereImosthavesinned!’

           Iaskedhimifhethoughthewouldbeabletoattendtohisdutyinthewood,andhesaidhedidnotthinkhehadneglectedit.Itoldhimitwasanuisancetohavethewomantrespassing:towhichherepliedthathehadnopowertoarresther.ThenIhintedatthescandalanditsunpleasantcourse.’Ay,’hesaid.’folksshoulddotheirownfuckin’,thentheywouldn’twanttolistentoalotofclatfartaboutanotherman’s.’

           Hesaiditwithsomebitterness,andnodoubtitcontainstherealgermoftruth.Themodeofputtingit,however,isneitherdelicatenorrespectful.Ihintedasmuch,andthenIheardthetincanrattleagain.’It’snotforamantheshapeyou’rein,SirClifford,totwitmeforhavin’acodatweenmylegs.’

           Thesethings,saidindiscriminatelytoallandsundry,ofcoursedonothelphimatall,andtherector,andFinley,andBurroughsallthinkitwouldbeaswellifthemanlefttheplace.

           Iaskedhimifitwastruethatheentertainedladiesdownatthecottage,andallhesaidwas:’Why,what’sthattoyou,SirClifford?’ItoldhimIintendedtohavedecencyobservedonmyestate,towhichhereplied:’Thenyoumunbuttonthemouthso’a’th’women.