The Splendid Spur by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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This came from the landlady, who stood close, her hand shaking my
shoulder roughly. "What's amiss?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "Why, 'tis three of the afternoon." "Then I'll get up, as soon as you retire." "Lud! we've been trying to wake thee this hour past; but 'twas sleep--sleep!" "I'll get up, I tell you." "Thought thee'd ha' slept through the bed and right through to the floor," said the chambermaid by the door, tittering. "Unless you pack and go, I'll step out amongst you all!" Whereat they fled with mock squeals, calling out that the very thought made them blush: and left me to dress. Downstairs I found a giant's breakfast spread for me, and ate the hole, and felt the better for it: and thereupon paid my scot, resisting the landlady's endeavor to charge me double for the bed, and walked out to see the town. "Take care o' thysel'," the chambermaid bawled after me; "nor flourish thy attainments abroad, lest they put thee in a show!" |
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