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Chapter 40

           

           “Sheisnotgoingatpresentsayforayearorso.Iamgoingouttoreconnoitretoseewhatlifethereislike.”

           Theyspedalongeastwardforsomeconsiderabledistance,Izzmakingnoobservation.

           “Howaretheothers?”heinquired.“HowisRetty?”

           “ShewasinasortofnervousstatewhenIzidherlast;andsothinandhollow-cheekedthat‘adoseeminadecline.Nobodywilleverfallinlovewi’heranymore,”saidIzzabsently.

           “AndMarian?”

           Izzloweredhervoice.

           “Mariandrinks.”

           “Indeed!”

           “Yes.Thedairymanhasgotridofher.”

           “Andyou!”

           “Idon’tdrink,andIbain’tinadecline.ButIamnogreatthingsatsingingaforebreakfastnow!”

           “Howisthat?Doyourememberhowneatlyyouusedtoturn‘’TwasdowninCupid’sGardens’and‘TheTailor’sBreeches’atmorningmilking?”

           “Ah,yes!Whenyoufirstcame,sir,thatwas.Notwhenyouhadbeenthereabit.”

           “Whywasthatfalling-off?”

           Herblackeyesflasheduptohisfaceforonemomentbywayofanswer.

           “Izz!howweakofyouforsuchasI!”hesaid,andfellintoreverie.“ThensupposeIhadaskedYOUtomarryme?”

           “IfyouhadIshouldhavesaid‘Yes’,andyouwouldhavemarriedawomanwholoved‘ee!”

           “Really!”

           “Downtotheground!”shewhisperedvehemently.“OmyGod!didyouneverguessittillnow!”By-and-bytheyreachedabranchroadtoavillage.

           “Imustgetdown.Iliveoutthere,”saidIzzabruptly,neverhavingspokensinceheravowal.

           Clareslowedthehorse.

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