[Mary Anerley by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookMary Anerley CHAPTER XVII 8/35
However, the general factor thought that he could not have come to a better place to get all that he wanted out of everybody.
He put away his saddle, and the saddlebags and sword, in a rough old sea-chest with a padlock to it, and having a sprinkle of chaff at the bottom.
Then he calmly took the key, as if the place were his, gave his horse a rackful of long-cut grass, and presented himself, with a lordly aspect, at the front door of the silent inn.
Here he made noise enough to stir the dead; and at the conclusion of a reasonable time, during which she had finished a pleasant dream to the simmering of the kitchen pot, the landlady showed herself in the distance, feeling for her keys with one hand, and rubbing her eyes with the other.
This was the head-woman of the village, but seldom tyrannical, unless ill-treated, Widow Precious, tall and square, and of no mean capacity. "Young mon," with a deep voice she said, "what is tha' deein' wi' aw that clatter ?" "Alas, my dear madam, I am not a young man; and therefore time is more precious to me.
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