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XXXIII. In the Sun—A Harbinger

           "Acrumbofmyvictualswentthewrongway—hok-hok!That’swhat’tis,MisterOak!AndI’vebeenvisitingtoBathbecauseIhadafelononmythumb;yes,andI’veseen—ahok-hok!"

           DirectlyCainmentionedBath,theyallthrewdowntheirhooksandforksanddrewroundhim.Unfortunatelytheerraticcrumbdidnotimprovehisnarrativepowers,andasupplementaryhindrancewasthatofasneeze,jerkingfromhispockethisratherlargewatch,whichdangledinfrontoftheyoungmanpendulum-wise.

           "Yes,"hecontinued,directinghisthoughtstoBathandlettinghiseyesfollow,"I’veseedtheworldatlast—yes—andI’veseedourmis’ess—ahok-hok-hok!"

           "Bothertheboy!"saidGabriel."Somethingisalwaysgoingthewrongwaydownyourthroat,sothatyoucan’ttellwhat’snecessarytobetold."

           "Ahok!there!Please,MisterOak,agnathavejustfleedintomystomachandbroughtthecoughonagain!"

           "Yes,that’sjustit.Yourmouthisalwaysopen,youyoungrascal!"

           "’Tisterriblebadtohaveagnatflydownyerthroat,poreboy!"saidMatthewMoon.

           "Well,atBathyousaw—"promptedGabriel.

           "Isawourmistress,"continuedthejuniorshepherd,"andasojer,walkingalong.Andbymebytheygotcloserandcloser,andthentheywentarm-in-crook,likecourtingcomplete—hok-hok!likecourtingcomplete—hok!—courtingcomplete—"Losingthethreadofhisnarrativeatthispointsimultaneouslywithhislossofbreath,theirinformantlookedupanddownthefieldapparentlyforsomecluetoit."Well,Iseeourmis’essandasoldier—a-ha-a-wk!"

           "Damntheboy!"saidGabriel.

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