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Arcadian Simplicity

           "

           "Hush,mydearestlove!we’reinSirPitt’sgrounds,"interposedhiswife.

           "Isayhehasgoteveryvice,Mrs.Crawley.Don’tMa’am,bullyme.Didn’theshootCaptainMarker?Didn’therobyoungLordDovedaleattheCocoa-Tree?Didn’thecrossthefightbetweenBillSoamesandtheCheshireTrump,bywhichIlostfortypound?Youknowhedid;andasforthewomen,why,youheardthatbeforeme,inmyownmagistrate’sroom."

           "Forheaven’ssake,Mr.Crawley,"saidthelady,"sparemethedetails."

           "Andyouaskthisvillainintoyourhouse!"continuedtheexasperatedRector."You,themotherofayoungfamilythewifeofaclergymanoftheChurchofEngland.ByJove!"

           "ButeCrawley,youareafool,"saidtheRector’swifescornfully.

           "Well,Ma’am,foolornotandIdon’tsay,Martha,I’msocleverasyouare,Ineverdid.ButIwon’tmeetRawdonCrawley,that’sflat.I’llgoovertoHuddleston,thatIwill,andseehisblackgreyhound,Mrs.Crawley;andI’llrunLancelotagainsthimforfifty.ByJove,Iwill;oragainstanydoginEngland.ButIwon’tmeetthatbeastRawdonCrawley."

           "Mr.Crawley,youareintoxicated,asusual,"repliedhiswife.

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