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Arcadian Simplicity

           Itwasthereforeagreedthattheyoungpeopleofbothfamiliesshouldvisiteachotherfrequentlyforthefuture,andthefriendshipofcourselastedaslongasthejovialoldmediatrixwastheretokeepthepeace.

           "Whydidyouaskthatscoundrel,RawdonCrawley,todine?"saidtheRectortohislady,astheywerewalkinghomethroughthepark."Idon’twantthefellow.Helooksdownuponuscountrypeopleassomanyblackamoors.He’snevercontentunlesshegetsmyyellow-sealedwine,whichcostsmetenshillingsabottle,hanghim!Besides,he’ssuchaninfernalcharacterhe’sagamblerhe’sadrunkardhe’saprofligateineveryway.Heshotamaninaduelhe’soverheadandearsindebt,andhe’srobbedmeandmineofthebestpartofMissCrawley’sfortune.Waxysaysshehashim"—heretheRectorshookhisfistatthemoon,withsomethingverylikeanoath,andadded,inamelancholioustone,"—downinherwillforfiftythousand;andtherewon’tbeabovethirtytodivide."

           "Ithinkshe’sgoing,"saidtheRector’swife."Shewasveryredinthefacewhenweleftdinner.Iwasobligedtounlaceher."

           "Shedranksevenglassesofchampagne,"saidthereverendgentleman,inalowvoice;"andfilthychampagneitis,too,thatmybrotherpoisonsuswithbutyouwomenneverknowwhat’swhat."

           "Weknownothing,"saidMrs.ButeCrawley.

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