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           ”

           “Well,underthechurchofthatcitytherelie—”

           “‘Tisn’tacity,theplaceImean;leastwise‘twaddn’whenIwasthere—’twasalittleone-eyed,blinkingsorto’place.”

           “Neveryoumindtheplace,boy,that’snotthequestionbeforeus.Underthechurchofthatthereparishliemyancestors—hundredsof’em—incoatsofmailandjewels,ingr’tleadcoffinsweighingtonsandtons.There’snotamaninthecountyo’South-Wessexthat’sgotgranderandnoblerskillentonsinhisfamilythanI.”

           “Oh?”

           “Nowtakeupthatbasket,andgooontoMarlott,andwhenyou’vecometoThePureDropInn,tell’emtosendahorseandcarriagetomeimmed’ately,tocarrymehwome.Andinthebottomo’thecarriagetheybetoputanoggino’ruminasmallbottle,andchalkituptomyaccount.Andwhenyou’vedonethatgooontomyhousewiththebasket,andtellmywifetoputawaythatwashing,becausesheneedn’tfinishit,andwaittillIcomehwome,asI’venewstotellher.”

           Astheladstoodinadubiousattitude,Durbeyfieldputhishandinhispocket,andproducedashilling,oneofthechronicallyfewthathepossessed.

           “Here’sforyourlabour,lad.”

           Thismadeadifferenceintheyoungman’sestimateoftheposition.

           “Yes,SirJohn.Thank‘ee.AnythingelseIcandofor‘ee,SirJohn?”

           “Tell’emathwomethatIshouldlikeforsupper,—well,lamb’sfryiftheycangetit;andiftheycan’t,black-pot;andiftheycan’tgetthat,wellchitterlingswilldo.”

           “Yes,SirJohn