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Edward； for walking across the field where Farmer Larkin's bull was；
and Edward bet him twopence he wouldn't called in with
difficulty 。 。 。 。 。 。 0 2 By advance from Martha； on no security
at all； only you mustn't tell your aunt 。 。 。 1 0
Total 5 0
and at last we breathed again。
The rest promised to be easy。 Selina had a tea…party at five on the
morrow； with the chipped old wooden tea…things that had served her
successive dolls from babyhood。 Harold would slip off directly after
dinner； going alone； so as not to arouse suspicion； as we were not allowed
to go into the town by ourselves。 It was nearly two miles to our small
metropolis； but there would be plenty of time for him to go and return；
even laden with the olive…branch neatly packed in shavings； besides； he
might meet the butcher； who was his friend and would give him a lift。
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Then； finally； at five； the rapture of the new tea… service； descended from
the skies； and； retribution made； making… up at last； without loss of dignity。
With the event before us； we thought it a small thing that twenty…four
hours more of alienation and pretended sulks must be kept up on Harold's
part； but Selina； who naturally knew nothing of the treat in store for her；
moped for the rest of the evening； and took a very heavy heart to bed。
When next day the hour for action arrived； Harold evaded Olympian
attention with an easy modesty born of long practice； and made off for the
front gate。 Selina； who had been keeping her eye upon him； thought he
was going down to the pond to catch frogs； a joy they had planned to share
together； and made after him； but Harold； though he heard her footsteps；
continued sternly on his high mission； without even looking back； and
Selina was left to wander disconsolately among flower…beds that had lost
for her all scent and colour。 I saw it all； and although cold reason
approved our line of action； instinct told me we were brutes。
Harold reached the townso he recounted afterwardsin record time；
having run most of the way for fear the tea…things； which had reposed six
months in the window； should be snapped up by some other conscience…
stricken lacerator of a sister's feelings； and it seemed hardly credible to
find them still there； and their owner willing to part with them for the price
marked on the ticket。 He paid his money down at once； that there should
be no drawing back from the bargain； and then； as the things had to be
taken out of the window and packed； and the afternoon was yet young； he
thought he might treat himself to a taste of urban joys and la vie de
Boheme。 Shops came first； of course； and he flattened his nose
successively against the window with the india…rubber balls in it； and the
clock…work locomotive； and against the barber's window； with wigs on
blocks； reminding him of uncles； and shaving…cream that looked so good
to eat； and the grocer's window； displaying more currants than the whole
British population could possibly consume without a special effort； and
the window of the bank； wherein gold was thought so little of that it was
dealt about in shovels。 Next there was the market… place； with all its
clamorous joys； and when a runaway calf came down the street like a
cannon…ball； Harold felt that he had not lived in vain。 The whole place
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was so brimful of excitement that he had quite forgotten the why and the
wherefore of his being there； when a sight of the church clock recalled him
to his better self； and sent him flying out of the town； as he realised he had
only just time enough left to get back in。 If he were after his appointed
hour； he would not only miss his high triumph； but probably would be
detected as a transgressor of bounds；a crime before which a private
opinion on multiplication sank to nothingness。 So he jogged along on his
homeward way； thinking of many things； and probably talking to himself a
good deal； as his habit was； and had covered nearly half the distance； when
suddenlya deadly sinking in the pit of his stomacha paralysis of every
limbaround him a world extinct of light and musica black sun and a
reeling skyhe had forgotten the tea… things！
It was useless； it was hopeless； all was over； and nothing could now be
done； nevertheless he turned and ran back wildly； blindly； choking with
the big sobs that evoked neither pity nor comfort from a merciless
mocking world around； a stitch in his side； dust in his eyes； and black
despair clutching at his heart。 So he stumbled on； with leaden legs and
bursting sides； tillas if Fate had not yet dealt him her last worst buffet
on turning a corner in the road he almost ran under the wheels of a dog…
cart； in which； as it pulled up； was apparent the portly form of Farmer
Larkin； the arch…enemy； whose ducks he had been shying stones at that
very morning！
Had Harold been in his right and unclouded senses； he would have
vanished through the hedge some seconds earlier； rather than pain the
farmer by any unpleasant reminiscences which his appearance might call
up； but as things were； he could only stand and blubber hopelessly； caring；
indeed； little now what further ill might befall him。 The farmer； for his
part； surveyed the desolate figure with some astonishment； calling out in
no unfriendly accents； 〃Why； Master Harold！ whatever be the matter？
Baint runnin' away； be ee？〃
Then Harold； with the unnatural courage born of desperation； flung
himself on the step； and climbing into the cart； fell in the straw at the
bottom of it； sobbing out that he wanted to go back； go back！ The
situation had a vagueness； but the farmer； a man of action rather than