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Who was Mr。 John Brimblecombe？
If you have forgotten him； you have done pretty nearly what every one else in the room had done。 But you recollect a certain fat lad； son of the schoolmaster； whom Sir Richard punished for tale… bearing three years before； by sending him； not to Coventry； but to Oxford。 That was the man。 He was now one…and…twenty； and a bachelor of Oxford； where he had learnt such things as were taught in those days； with more or less success； and he was now hanging about Bideford once more； intending to return after Christmas and read divinity； that he might become a parson； and a shepherd of souls in his native land。
Jack was in person exceedingly like a pig： but not like every pig： not in the least like the Devon pigs of those days； which； I am sorry to say； were no more shapely than the true Irish greyhound who pays Pat's 〃rint〃 for him； or than the lanky monsters who wallow in German rivulets； while the village swineherd； beneath a shady lime； forgets his fleas in the melody of a Jew's harp strange mud…colored creatures； four feet high and four inches thick； which look as if they had passed their lives； as a collar of Oxford brawn is said to do； between two tight boards。 Such were then the pigs of Devon： not to be compared with the true wild descendant of Noah's stock； high…withered； furry； grizzled； game… flavored little rooklers； whereof many a sownder still grunted about Swinley down and Braunton woods； Clovelly glens and Bursdon moor。 Not like these； nor like the tame abomination of those barbarous times； was Jack： but prophetic in face； figure； and complexion； of Fisher Hobbs and the triumphs of science。 A Fisher Hobbs' pig of twelve stone； on his hind…legsthat was what he was； and nothing else； and if you do not know； reader； what a Fisher Hobbs is； you know nothing about pigs； and deserve no bacon for breakfast。 But such was Jack。 The same plump mulberry complexion； garnished with a few scattered black bristles； the same sleek skin； looking always as if it was upon the point of bursting； the same little toddling legs； the same dapper bend in the small of the back； the same cracked squeak； the same low upright forehead； and tiny eyes； the same round self…satisfied jowl； the same charming sensitive little cocked nose； always on the look…out for a savory smell；and yet while watching for the best； contented with the worst； a pig of self…helpful and serene spirit； as Jack was； and therefore； like him； fatting fast while other pigs' ribs are staring through their skins。
Such was Jack； and lucky it was for him that such he was； for it was little that he got to fat him at Oxford； in days when a servitor meant really a servant…student； and wistfully that day did his eyes； led by his nose； survey at the end of the Ship Inn passage the preparations for Amyas's supper。 The innkeeper was a friend of his； for； in the first place； they had lived within three doors of each other all their lives； and next； Jack was quite pleasant company enough； beside being a learned man and an Oxford scholar； to be asked in now and then to the innkeeper's private parlor； when there were no gentlemen there； to crack his little joke and tell his little story； sip the leavings of the guests' sack； and sometimes help the host to eat the leavings of their supper。 And it was； perhaps； with some such hope that Jack trotted off round the corner to the Ship that very afternoon； for that faithful little nose of his； as it sniffed out of a back window of the school； had given him warning of Sabean gales； and scents of Paradise； from the inn kitchen below； so he went round； and asked for his pot of small ale （his only luxury）； and stood at the bar to drink it； and looked inward with his little twinkling right eye； and sniffed inward with his little curling right nostril； and beheld； in the kitchen beyond； salad in stacks and fagots： salad of lettuce； salad of cress and endive； salad of boiled coleworts； salad of pickled coleworts； salad of angelica； salad of scurvy… wort； and seven salads more； for potatoes were not as yet； and salads were during eight months of the year the only vegetable。 And on the dresser； and before the fire； whole hecatombs of fragrant victims； which needed neither frankincense nor myrrh； Clovelly herrings and Torridge salmon； Exmoor mutton and Stow venison； stubble geese and woodcocks； curlew and snipe； hams of Hampshire； chitterlings of Taunton； and botargos of Cadiz； such as Pantagruel himself might have devoured。 And Jack eyed them； as a ragged boy eyes the cakes in a pastrycook's window； and thought of the scraps from the commoners' dinner； which were his wages for cleaning out the hall； and meditated deeply on the unequal distribution of human bliss。
〃Ah； Mr。 Brimblecombe！〃 said the host； bustling out with knife and apron to cool himself in the passage。 〃Here are doings！ Nine gentlemen to supper！〃
〃Nine！ Are they going to eat all that？〃
〃Well； I can't saythat Mr。 Amyas is as good as three to his trencher： but still there's crumbs； Mr。 Brimblecombe； crumbs； and waste not want not is my doctrine； so you and I may have a somewhat to stay our stomachs； about an eight o'clock。〃
〃Eight？〃 said Jack； looking wistfully at the clock。 〃It's but four now。 Well； it's kind of you； and perhaps I'll look in。〃
〃Just you step in now； and look to this venison。 There's a breast！ you may lay your two fingers into the say there； and not get to the bottom of the fat。 That's Sir Richard's sending。 He's all for them Leighs； and no wonder； they'm brave lads； surely； and there's a saddle…o'…mutton！ I rode twenty miles for mun yesterday； I did； over beyond Barnstaple； and five year old； Mr。 John； it is； if ever five years was； and not a tooth to mun's head； for I looked to that； and smelt all the way home like any apple； and if it don't ate so soft as ever was scald cream； never you call me Thomas Burman。〃
〃Humph！〃 said Jack。 〃And that's their dinner。 Well； some are born with a silver spoon in their mouth。〃
〃Some be born with roast beef in their mouths； and plum…pudding in their pocket to take away the taste o' mun； and that's better than empty spunes； eh？〃
〃For them that get it；〃 said Jack。 〃But for them that don't〃 And with a sigh he returned to his small ale； and then lingered in and out of the inn； watching the dinner as it went into the best room； where the guests were assembled。
And as he lounged there； Amyas went in； and saw him； and held out his hand； and said
〃Hillo； Jack！ how goes the world？ How you've grown！〃 and passed on；what had Jack Brimblecombe to do with Rose Salterne？
So Jack lingered on； hovering around the fragrant smell like a fly round a honey…pot； till he found himself invisibly attracted； and as it were led by the nose out of the passage into the adjoining room； and to that side of the room where there was a door； and once there he could not help hearing what passed inside； till Rose Salterne's name fell on his ear。 So； as it was ordained； he was taken in the fact。 And now behold him brought in red…hand to judgment； not without a kick or two from the wrathful foot of Amyas Leigh。 Whereat there fell on him a storm of abuse； which； for the honor of that ga