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III. The Custom of the Country

           

           Wantofbreathpreventedacontinuanceofthesong;andthebreakdownattractedtheattentionofafirm-standingmanofmiddleage,whokepteachcornerofhiscrescent-shapedmouthrigorouslydrawnbackintohischeek,asiftodoawaywithanysuspicionofmirthfulnesswhichmighterroneouslyhaveattachedtohim.

           “Afairstave,GrandferCantle;butIamafeard’tistoomuchforthemouldyweasandofsuchaoldmanasyou,”hesaidtothewrinkledreveller.“Dostn’twishth’wastthreesixesagain,Grandfer,asyouwaswhenyoufirstlearnttosingit?”

           “Hey?”saidGrandferCantle,stoppinginhisdance.

           “Dostn’twishwastyoungagain,Isay?There’saholeinthypoorbellowsnowadaysseemingly.”

           “Butthere’sgoodartinme?IfIcouldn’tmakealittlewindgoalongwaysIshouldseemnoyoungerthanthemostagedman,shouldI,Timothy?”

           “Andhowaboutthenew-marriedfolksdownthereattheQuietWomanInn?”theotherinquired,pointingtowardsadimlightinthedirectionofthedistanthighway,butconsiderablyapartfromwherethereddlemanwasatthatmomentresting.“What’stherightsofthematterabout’em?Yououghttoknow,beinganunderstandingman.”

           “Butalittlerakish,hey?Iowntoit.MasterCantleisthat,orhe’snothing.Yet’tisagayfault,neigbbourFairway,thatagewillcure.”

           “Iheardthattheywerecominghometonight.Bythistimetheymusthavecome.Whatbesides?”

           “Thenextthingisforustogoandwish’emjoy,Isuppose?”

           “Well,no.”

           “No?Now,Ithoughtwemust.

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