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XLII. Joseph and His Burden—Buck's Head

           D’yethinkI’dturnafterthat?No,I’llsticktomyside;andifwebeinthewrong,sobeit:I’llfallwiththefallen!"

           "Wellsaidverywellsaid,"observedJoseph."However,folks,Imustbemovingnow:uponmylifeImust.Pa’sonThirdlywillbewaitingatthechurchgates,andthere’sthewomana-bidingoutsideinthewaggon."

           "JosephPoorgrass,don’tbesomiserable!Pa’sonThirdlywon’tmind.He’sagenerousman;he’sfoundmeintractsforyears,andI’veconsumedagoodmanyinthecourseofalongandshadylife;buthe’sneverbeenthemantocryoutattheexpense.Sitdown."

           ThelongerJosephPoorgrassremained,thelesshisspiritwastroubledbythedutieswhichdevolveduponhimthisafternoon.Theminutesglidedbyuncounted,untiltheeveningshadesbeganperceptiblytodeepen,andtheeyesofthethreewerebutsparklingpointsonthesurfaceofdarkness.Coggan’srepeaterstrucksixfromhispocketintheusualstillsmalltones.

           Atthatmomenthastystepswereheardintheentry,andthedooropenedtoadmitthefigureofGabrielOak,followedbythemaidoftheinnbearingacandle.Hestaredsternlyattheonelengthyandtworoundfacesofthesitters,whichconfrontedhimwiththeexpressionsofafiddleandacoupleofwarming-pans.JosephPoorgrassblinked,andshrankseveralinchesintothebackground.

           "Uponmysoul,I’mashamedofyou;’tisdisgraceful,Joseph,disgraceful!"saidGabriel,indignantly."Coggan,youcallyourselfaman,anddon’tknowbetterthanthis.

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