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The Trumpet-Major by Thomas Hardy
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grinder in the mill, and go to sea no more.

'A sailor-miller!' said Anne.

'O, he knows as much about mill business as I do,' said Loveday; 'he
was intended for it, you know, like John. But, bless me!' he
continued, 'I am before my story. I'm come more particularly to ask
you, ma'am, and you, Anne my honey, if you will join me and a few
friends at a leetle homely supper that I shall gi'e to please the
chap now he's come? I can do no less than have a bit of a randy, as
the saying is, now that he's here safe and sound.'

Mrs. Garland wanted to catch her daughter's eye; she was in some
doubt about her answer. But Anne's eye was not to be caught, for
she hated hints, nods, and calculations of any kind in matters which
should be regulated by impulse; and the matron replied, 'If so be
'tis possible, we'll be there. You will tell us the day?'

He would, as soon as he had seen son John. ''Twill be rather
untidy, you know, owing to my having no womenfolks in the house; and
my man David is a poor dunder-headed feller for getting up a feast.
Poor chap! his sight is bad, that's true, and he's very good at
making the beds, and oiling the legs of the chairs and other
furniture, or I should have got rid of him years ago.'

'You should have a woman to attend to the house, Loveday,' said the
widow.

'Yes, I should, but--. Well, 'tis a fine day, neighbours. Hark! I
fancy I hear the noise of pots and pans up at the camp, or my ears
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