Evan Harrington — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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parted company with them, they would immediately part company with the
young woman, whose condition was evident. 'Why, couldn't you tall that?' said the waggoner, as Evan, tingling at the ears, remained silent. 'I know nothing of such things,' he answered, hastily, like one hurt. I have to repeat the statement, that he was a youth, and a modest one. He felt unaccountably, unreasonably, but horridly, ashamed. The thought of his actual position swamped the sickening disgust at tailordom. Worse, then, might happen to us in this extraordinary world! There was something more abhorrent than sitting with one's legs crossed, publicly stitching, and scoffed at! He called vehemently to the waggoner to whip the horses, and hurry ahead into Fallowfield; but that worthy, whatever might be his dire alarms, had a regular pace, that was conscious of no spur: the reply of 'All right!' satisfied him at least; and Evan's chaste sighs for the appearance of an assistant petticoat round a turn of the road, were offered up duly, to the measure of the waggoner's steps. Suddenly the waggoner came to a halt, and said 'Blest if that Gearge bain't a snorin' on his pins!' Evan lingered by him with some curiosity, while the waggoner thumped his thigh to, 'Yes he be! no he bain't!' several times, in eager hesitation. 'It's a fellow calling from the downs,' said Evan. 'Ay, so!' responded the waggoner. 'Dang'd if I didn't think 'twere that Gearge of our'n. Hark awhile.' |
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