Peregrine's Progress by Jeffery Farnol
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bore with her gibes and fleerings as patiently as I might nor deigned
her further notice, so that in a little she became mute also; and thus at last we reached Tonbridge. Scarcely were we in the High Street than, not waiting for Diana to draw rein, I leapt from the cart with such precipitation that I tripped awkwardly and rolled, grovelling, in the dust. Scrambling hastily to my feet, I saw she had pulled up and was eyeing me a little anxiously, but her voice was sullen as ever when she spoke. "Are ye hurt?" she questioned ungraciously. "Thank you--no!" I answered, brushing the dust from my bruised knees. "All right!" she nodded, "I'll meet ye in the yard at 'The Chequers'--half-past four!" and away she drove without so much as one backward glance. The place was busy by reason of the fair, the wide roadway thronged with vehicles, and as I edged my way along the narrow, crowded pavements gay with chintz and muslin gowns, polished boots, flowered waistcoats and the rest of it, I felt myself a blot and blemish, a thing to be viewed askance by this cheery crowd in its holiday attire. A short-legged man in a white hat roared at me to hold his horse; a plump and benevolent old lady earnestly sought to bestow upon me twopence in charity, but I paid no heed and began to seek eagerly for a tailor where I might exchange my sorry garments for things less poverty-stricken. And presently, to my great relief, I beheld a shop above whose crystal window panes was a sign with this inscription: |
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