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VIII. The Malthouse—The Chat—News

           "

           "Oh,Ithoughthewasquiteacommonman!"saidJoseph.

           "Ohno,no!Thatmanfailedforheapsofmoney;hundredsingoldandsilver."

           Themaltsterbeingrathershortofbreath,Mr.Coggan,afterabsentlyscrutinisingacoalwhichhadfallenamongtheashes,tookupthenarrative,withaprivatetwirlofhiseye:

           "Well,now,you’dhardlybelieveit,butthatmanourMissEverdene’sfatherwasoneoftheficklesthusbandsalive,afterawhile.Understand?’adidn’twanttobefickle,buthecouldn’thelpit.Theporefellerwerefaithfulandtrueenoughtoherinhiswish,buthisheartwouldrove,dowhathewould.Hespoketomeinrealtribulationaboutitonce.’Coggan,’hesaid,’IcouldneverwishforahandsomerwomanthanI’vegot,butfeelingshe’sticketedasmylawfulwife,Ican’thelpmywickedheartwandering,dowhatIwill.’ButatlastIbelievehecureditbymakinghertakeoffherwedding-ringandcallingherbyhermaidennameastheysattogetheraftertheshopwasshut,andso’awouldgettofancyshewasonlyhissweetheart,andnotmarriedtohimatall.Andassoonashecouldthoroughlyfancyhewasdoingwrongandcommittingtheseventh,’agottolikeheraswellasever,andtheylivedonaperfectpictureofmutellove."

           "Well,’twasamostungodlyremedy,"murmuredJosephPoorgrass;"butweoughttofeeldeepcheerfulnessthatahappyProvidencekeptitfrombeinganyworse.Yousee,hemighthavegonethebadroadandgivenhiseyestounlawfulnessentirelyyes,grossunlawfulness,sotosayit.

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