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XXXIII. In the Sun—A Harbinger

           "Acrumbofmyvictualswentthewrongwayhok-hok!That’swhat’tis,MisterOak!AndI’vebeenvisitingtoBathbecauseIhadafelononmythumb;yes,andI’veseenahok-hok!"

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

           "Yes,"hecontinued,directinghisthoughtstoBathandlettinghiseyesfollow,"I’veseedtheworldatlastyesandI’veseedourmis’essahok-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,likecourtingcompletehok-hok!likecourtingcompletehok!courtingcomplete"Losingthethreadofhisnarrativeatthispointsimultaneouslywithhislossofbreath,theirinformantlookedupanddownthefieldapparentlyforsomecluetoit."Well,Iseeourmis’essandasoldiera-ha-a-wk!"

           "Damntheboy!"saidGabriel.

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