Gone to Earth Page #3

Many of 26 six years,

come Autumn it is.

You know a chap around here plays the

fiddle well? With a pretty daughter.

Can't say a sight comes to mind.

Go on Hazel, have another one.

Why not? All the years I've been here

I've had tartlets, and tartlets I love.

I pay the same as others.

They're all gone, Mr. James.

I've had no finger in emptying

of 'em.

You sang beautifully,

Miss Woodus.

Very beautifully.

Have a tartlet,

minister?

If he's not fixed on his sermon...

I should be very pleased if you'd

come to supper on Sunday.

What will the sweet old lady say?

Oh, my mother would be very

pleased too.

And you can tell your father

I should see you at home.

I'm much obliged.

Then we shall meet again Sunday.

Thank you.

Mother,

I've asked Miss Woodus to

supper, on Sunday.

- She is not of your class, Edward.

- What does class matter?

Whether it is mistaken kindness, dear,

or silly flirtation,

it can only do you harm

at the congretation.

Don't bother with the congregation.

People are waiting for you

to say grace, dear.

Sisters and brethren,

silence for grace.

For what we have received,

may the Lord make us truly

thankful.

I have not received tartlets,

I am not thankful.

That little vixen again!

Foxy! Get out!

Next time it's the pond

and a spin round in it!

- You daren't!

- We'll see if I dare'st!

There, there, Foxy.

She's lonesome.

I must take her along with us.

I thought so...

Would a terrier do that?

A well-trained terrier?

She's a fox.

Fox or terriers, I make the laws.

What goes against me gets drowned.

It ain't all for you.

The world wasn't made in 7 days

all over Abel Woodus!

Put her in the coffin.

You've come back very pert from Wenlock

this time, very pert you are.

You're too uppish!

It's time you was married!

If anyone be fool enough

to ask you.

Maybe there's many as would!

Maybe I'll marry a fine

gentleman.

It'd be worth it to get away

from the cabin.

Well, your house couldn't be

any dirtier than it is now!

I swear I'll wed the first that comes,

the very first.

What will you swear by?

Will you swear by God's

little mountain?

You swear to marry the first who

comes, whoever he be?

I swear.

Two pints of rough.

Might be the black huntsman himself.

- Hey, lord!

- Come in, sir.

Good evening.

- I'll hold your horse. - No, I won't

come in, sherry out here please.

Sarah, a glass of sherry for the

gentleman.

Do you know any pretty girl around here,

with black hair, green eyes...

No sir, what women there are around

here are weathered and hardened.

Little fiddler chap?

Plays at the parrish meetings.

If it's music you're after, I know

music better than fiddles. That's harp!

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