Come, what are you waiting for?
You're ten minutes late as it is, and you can't be married after noon." "Sir," said Zeb, with a white face; "it's a liberty, but will 'ee let me shake your hand ?" "I'll be cursed if I do.

But I'll wish you good luck and a hard heart, and maybe ye'll thank me some day." So Zeb, with a sob, turned and ran from him out of the fosse and towards a gap in the hedge, where lay a short cut through the fields.

In the gap he turned and looked back.

The stranger stood on the lip of the fosse, and waved a hand to him to hurry.
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