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L. The Sheep Fair—Troy Touches His Wife's Hand

           

           "Ohthathelplessfeymelsshouldbeatthemercyofsuchruffens!"exclaimedoneoftheseladiesagain,assheswayedlikeareedshakenbythewind.

           "Now,"saidCoggan,appealinginanearnestvoicetothepublicatlargeasitstoodclusteredabouthisshoulder-blades,"didyeeverhearsuchonreasonablewomanasthat?Uponmycarcase,neighbours,ifIcouldonlygetoutofthischeese-wring,thedamnwomenmighteattheshowforme!"

           "Don’tyeloseyertemper,Jan!"imploredJosephPoorgrass,inawhisper."Theymightgettheirmentomurderus,forIthinkbytheshineoftheireyesthattheybeasinfulformofwomankind."

           Janheldhistongue,asifhehadnoobjectiontobepacifiedtopleaseafriend,andtheygraduallyreachedthefootoftheladder,Poorgrassbeingflattenedlikeajumping-jack,andthesixpence,foradmission,whichhehadgotreadyhalf-an-hourearlier,havingbecomesoreekinghotinthetightsqueezeofhisexcitedhandthatthewomaninspangles,brazenringssetwithglassdiamonds,andwithchalkedfaceandshoulders,whotookthemoneyofhim,hastilydroppeditagainfromafearthatsometrickhadbeenplayedtoburnherfingers.Sotheyallentered,andtheclothofthetent,totheeyesofanobserverontheoutside,becamebulgedintoinnumerablepimplessuchasweobserveonasackofpotatoes,causedbythevarioushumanheads,backs,andelbowsathighpressurewithin.

           Attherearofthelargetentthereweretwosmalldressing-tents.

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