[The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy]@TWC D-Link bookThe Woodlanders CHAPTER X 1/11
CHAPTER X. Supper-time came, and with it the hot-baked from the oven, laid on a snowy cloth fresh from the press, and reticulated with folds, as in Flemish "Last Suppers." Creedle and the boy fetched and carried with amazing alacrity, the latter, to mollify his superior and make things pleasant, expressing his admiration of Creedle's cleverness when they were alone. "I s'pose the time when you learned all these knowing things, Mr. Creedle, was when you was in the militia ?" "Well, yes.
I seed the world at that time somewhat, certainly, and many ways of strange dashing life.
Not but that Giles has worked hard in helping me to bring things to such perfection to-day.
'Giles,' says I, though he's maister.
Not that I should call'n maister by rights, for his father growed up side by side with me, as if one mother had twinned us and been our nourishing." "I s'pose your memory can reach a long way back into history, Mr. Creedle ?" "Oh yes.
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