John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. He thought rationally; that is to say, he thought clearly, as a child thinks clearly. Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began to read aloud. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. I don’t know anyone. I want to ask you a plain question, and you must answer me faithfully. She would have been amazed if John was even aware of any one of the incidents.
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