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2010年 3月 23日 (火) 02:48:19 JST
T at what Jack Swing might be about to do. These youths, some of them at work and some not, dispersed the news through the village and fields that there was to be a great rising of the people's friends, and that Gobbleall's machine was to be _somewhere_. All were to meet at the randygo--supposed to mean rendezvous--at the cross-road, and as for those who did not, it would be the worse for them, and worse than all for them that told clacking women who might carry the tale up to Greenhow. The summons was indeed not given till the men were well out of reach of their clacking women, but at work in the fields, and then a party began--not to march--they could not have done that to save their lives, but to tramp out of Poppleby, shouting to any one whom they saw in the fields to come with them and stand up for the people's rights. At Downhill their numbers increased by all the noisy fellows, and some who fancied great good was to be gained somehow, though some wiser wives called out to them not to get into a row, nor let themselves be drawn into what they would be sorry for. At the "Fox and Hounds" they tarried and demanded a glass of beer all round, which Mr Oldfellow was really afraid to refuse. He was a timid man, half on their side, half on that of the gentry, and he saw there were enough of them to sack his cellars if he demurred. There, too, amid much laughter, they all disguised themselves, some blackening their faces with soot -------------- next part -------------- $B%F%-%9%H7A<00J30$NE:IU%U%!%$%k$rJ]4I$7$^$7$?(B... $B%U%!%$%kL>(B: $BL5$7(B $B7?(B: image/bmp $B%5%$%:(B: 11163 $B%P%$%H(B $B ＠ bL@(B: $BL5$7(B下载
