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The Trumpet-Major by Thomas Hardy
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same roof making merry without ye. Your husband, poor man--lovely
picters that a' would make to be sure--would have been in with us
long ago if he had been in your place. I can take no nay from ye,
upon my honour. You and maidy Anne must come in, if it be only for
half-an-hour. John and his friends have got passes till twelve
o'clock to-night, and, saving a few of our own village folk, the
lowest visitor present is a very genteel German corporal. If you
should hae any misgivings on the score of respectability, ma'am,
we'll pack off the underbred ones into the back kitchen.'

Widow Garland and Anne looked yes at each other after this appeal.

'We'll follow you in a few minutes,' said the elder, smiling; and
she rose with Anne to go upstairs.

'No, I'll wait for ye,' said the miller doggedly; 'or perhaps you'll
alter your mind again.'

While the mother and daughter were upstairs dressing, and saying
laughingly to each other, 'Well, we must go now,' as if they hadn't
wished to go all the evening, other steps were heard in the passage;
and the miller cried from below, 'Your pardon, Mrs. Garland; but my
son John has come to help fetch ye. Shall I ask him in till ye be
ready?'

'Certainly; I shall be down in a minute,' screamed Anne's mother in
a slanting voice towards the staircase.

When she descended, the outline of the trumpet-major appeared
half-way down the passage. 'This is John,' said the miller simply.
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