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We and the World, Part I

CHAPTER IV
16/19

I reckon I thought I hadn't time, but you can say, with my respects, sir, that please GOD I shan't miss again." I believe he never did; and Cripple Charlie's father came to look on him as half a parishioner.
I was glad I had not shirked Evening Prayer myself, though (my sex and age considered) it was not to be expected that I should comfort my mother's heart by confessing as much.

Let me confess it now, and confess also that if it was the first time, it was not the last that I have had cause to realize--oh women, for our sakes remember it!--into what light and gentle hands GOD lays the reins that guide men's better selves.
* * * * * The most remarkable event of the day happened at the end of it.

Whilst Isaac was feeling the weight of one of his hives, and just after I lost chase of a very peculiar-looking beetle, from his squeezing himself away from me under a boulder, I had caught sight of a bit of white heather, and then bethought me of gathering a nosegay (to include this rarity) of moor flowers and grasses for Mrs.Wood.So when we reached the lane on our way home, I bade Isaac good-night, and said I would just run in by the back way into the farm (we never called it the Academy) and leave the flowers, that the school-mistress might put them in water.

Mary Anne was in the kitchen.
"Where's Mrs.Wood ?" said I, when she had got over that silly squeak women always give when you come suddenly on them.
"Dear, dear, Master Jack! what a turn you did give me! I thought it was the tramp." "What tramp ?" said I.
"Why, a great lanky man that came skulking here a bit since, and asked for the missus.

She was down the garden, and I've half a notion he went after her.


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