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crack with them, man. " He laughed now and he was about to jerk the reins again when Fred spoke, and this time without the perpetual grin on his face.
"I'm on your side, Ward," he said, 'no matter what they say. If you want to take a lass from the town, it's your business, nobody else's.
It's as our John said, it's about time somebody brought fresh blood into the place. Of course. Will didn't like it, 'cos he's after Susan Beaker.
So is Jimmy Conroy. There'll be hell to pay shortly. But anyway,
Ward, you do what you want to do; there's bound to be some nice lasses among actresses. I only wish I had your spunk. I'm frightened of
lasses, really. I always make me tongue go, but that's as far as it gets. " The smile slowly returned to his face now as he added, The dad says I'll be hanging on me ma's apron strings when I'm sixty, 'cos she still thinks she's got me in the pram." He covered up his
self-conscious acceptance with an outburst of laughter, in which Ward could not help but join while affectionately pushing the flat of his hand against his friend's wet head and saying, "It'll hit you one of these days, never you fear, Fred; and you'll wonder which cuddy's
kicked you." Then he urged his horse into a walk as Fred said, Do you think so, Ward?
Well, you show me the cuddy and it can kick me with both back legs, and I'll welcome it . Will you be in church the morrow? " he now
called.
And Ward, turning in his saddle, called back, "No, not tomorrow, Fred.
Tomorrow I'm going to give the village something to think about. "
"Aye? What's that?"
"Wait and see, Fred. You wait and see. So long."
"So long, Ward."
Some distance along the road, he muttered to himself:
"I'm on your side, Ward, no matter what they say." So they must be saying a lot, then? and all in sympathy with her. And the words
conjured up the face looming before him as he'd last seen it, and no will or strength in him could check an involuntary shudder. But then he attacked it with: to the devil with her! and them all. Gee up!
there . As John had said, there was need for fresh blood in the
place.
It was three o'clock on the Sunday afternoon when he drove the heavily laden trap through the last farm gate. He had skirted the village. He had not, at first, intended to, but when he saw Mrs. Killjoy perched on one side of
the trap, with the small man by her side, he who must appear to all who saw him, at least from his stature, like a fat boy with an old face, and each of them holding two be-ribboned and powdered white
poodles, he knew that he had to save them the ridicule they would have evoked if he had driven through the village. Now, if he had been alone with Fanny .. oh, yes, that would have been a different matter
altogether.
They were in the yard and he was helping them down from the trap,
having taken the dogs in turn from them and carefully put them on the ground, being thankful as he did so that the weather had been dry for days so that there were no muddy puddles: he gave a hand first to Mrs.
Killjoy; then to her husband; and lastly, he held out both hands to the beautiful girl wearing a long blue summer dress and a large leghorn hat, the rim trimmed with a blue veil, so casting a shadow over her face.
Billy had looked on in astonishment throughout these proceedings,
understanding fully now why he had been told to lock up Flo and
Captain; for it was more than likely they would have swallowed these four yapping so-called dogs.
Ward was now apologising loudly as he led the party out of the yard and round by the side of the house, saying, "This is a very odd house: the front door was put on the wrong side of it, and the hedge stops us driving up to it. " He pointed to the low box hedge that bordered the square of newly cut grass fronting the house.
"My father planted the hedge or I would have dug it up a long time ago.
Anyway, here we are."
The front door was open, and much to Ward's amazement, which he
skilfully hid, there was Annie
"I'm on your side, Ward," he said, 'no matter what they say. If you want to take a lass from the town, it's your business, nobody else's.
It's as our John said, it's about time somebody brought fresh blood into the place. Of course. Will didn't like it, 'cos he's after Susan Beaker.
So is Jimmy Conroy. There'll be hell to pay shortly. But anyway,
Ward, you do what you want to do; there's bound to be some nice lasses among actresses. I only wish I had your spunk. I'm frightened of
lasses, really. I always make me tongue go, but that's as far as it gets. " The smile slowly returned to his face now as he added, The dad says I'll be hanging on me ma's apron strings when I'm sixty, 'cos she still thinks she's got me in the pram." He covered up his
self-conscious acceptance with an outburst of laughter, in which Ward could not help but join while affectionately pushing the flat of his hand against his friend's wet head and saying, "It'll hit you one of these days, never you fear, Fred; and you'll wonder which cuddy's
kicked you." Then he urged his horse into a walk as Fred said, Do you think so, Ward?
Well, you show me the cuddy and it can kick me with both back legs, and I'll welcome it . Will you be in church the morrow? " he now
called.
And Ward, turning in his saddle, called back, "No, not tomorrow, Fred.
Tomorrow I'm going to give the village something to think about. "
"Aye? What's that?"
"Wait and see, Fred. You wait and see. So long."
"So long, Ward."
Some distance along the road, he muttered to himself:
"I'm on your side, Ward, no matter what they say." So they must be saying a lot, then? and all in sympathy with her. And the words
conjured up the face looming before him as he'd last seen it, and no will or strength in him could check an involuntary shudder. But then he attacked it with: to the devil with her! and them all. Gee up!
there . As John had said, there was need for fresh blood in the
place.
It was three o'clock on the Sunday afternoon when he drove the heavily laden trap through the last farm gate. He had skirted the village. He had not, at first, intended to, but when he saw Mrs. Killjoy perched on one side of
the trap, with the small man by her side, he who must appear to all who saw him, at least from his stature, like a fat boy with an old face, and each of them holding two be-ribboned and powdered white
poodles, he knew that he had to save them the ridicule they would have evoked if he had driven through the village. Now, if he had been alone with Fanny .. oh, yes, that would have been a different matter
altogether.
They were in the yard and he was helping them down from the trap,
having taken the dogs in turn from them and carefully put them on the ground, being thankful as he did so that the weather had been dry for days so that there were no muddy puddles: he gave a hand first to Mrs.
Killjoy; then to her husband; and lastly, he held out both hands to the beautiful girl wearing a long blue summer dress and a large leghorn hat, the rim trimmed with a blue veil, so casting a shadow over her face.
Billy had looked on in astonishment throughout these proceedings,
understanding fully now why he had been told to lock up Flo and
Captain; for it was more than likely they would have swallowed these four yapping so-called dogs.
Ward was now apologising loudly as he led the party out of the yard and round by the side of the house, saying, "This is a very odd house: the front door was put on the wrong side of it, and the hedge stops us driving up to it. " He pointed to the low box hedge that bordered the square of newly cut grass fronting the house.
"My father planted the hedge or I would have dug it up a long time ago.
Anyway, here we are."
The front door was open, and much to Ward's amazement, which he
skilfully hid, there was Annie
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