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dale Hill, not more than half a mile from the 

 lodge where Turner lived, who should he see 

 walking towards Bredford but Phoebe Turner ? 

 Thanking his charioteer for the lift, he dis- 

 mounted from the cart, and the cart had hardly 

 got round the corner before his arms were 

 round her, and he proceeded to indulge in most 

 unmistakable osculation. 



Phoebe, on this occasion at all events, was 

 not a sleeping partner, and as soon as she 

 found her tongue after the cessation of hostili- 

 ties (and a very good sort of hostility too) she 

 said, ' Eh, Jack, you needn't tell me — I know 

 you have seen the squire and he has promised 

 to help us.' 



' That he has,' said Wadding ; and then he 

 had to tell and retell, word for word, all that 

 passed, and how he was looking, and whether 

 London was really such a big place, and whether 

 it was really much bigger than Bredford. 



' And I expect you saw ever such a lot of 

 beautiful ladies, Jack,' said she, with a half- 

 jealous glance at her lover. 



