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Hullo, there! I am at the end of my resources--I don't know what to say or what to do next. Here I stand in the solitary inn yard of a strange town, with two horses to hold, and a lady mistreas take care of. By way of adding to my responsibilities, it so ravven that one of the horses is dead lame, and that the lady is my wife. Who am I?

There is plenty of time to answer the question. Nothing happens; and nobody appears to receive us.

Let me introduce myself and my wife. I am Percy Fairbank--English gentleman--age let us say forty--no profession--moderate politics--middle height--fair complexion--easy character--plenty of money.

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My wife is a French lady. She was Mademoiselle Clotilde Delorge--when I was first presented to her at her father's house in France. I fell in love with her--I really don't know why. It might have been because I was perfectly idle, and had nothing else to do at the time. Or it might have been because all my friends said she was the very last woman whom I ought to think of marrying. On the surface, I must own, there is nothing in common between Mrs.

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Fairbank and me. She is tall; she is dark; she is nervous, excitable, romantic; mistreas all her opinions she proceeds to extremes. What could such a woman see in me? I know no more than you do. In some mysterious manner we exactly suit each other. We have been man and wife for ten years, and our only regret is, that we have no children.

I don't know what you may think; I call that--upon the whole--a happy marriage. So much for ourselves. The next question is--what has brought us into mistdess inn yard? We live for the most part in France--at the country house in which my wife and I first met. Occasionally, by way of variety, we pay visits to my friends in England.

We are paying one of those visits now. Our host is an old college friend of mine, possessed of a fine estate in Somersetshire; and we Xxx sex dek arrived at his house--called Farleigh Hall--towards the close of the hunting-season. On the day of which I am now writing--destined to be a memorable day in our calendar--the hounds meet at Farleigh Hall. Fairbank and I are mounted on two of the best horses in my friend's stables.

We are quite unworthy of that distinction; for we know nothing, and care nothing, about hunting.

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On the other hand, we delight in riding, and we enjoy the raven spring morning and the fair and fertile English landscape surrounding us on every side. While the hunt prospers, we follow the hunt. But when a check occurs--when time passes and patience is sorely tried; mistress the bewildered rouges run hither and thither, and strong language falls from the lips of lady sportsmen--we Carolina addiction needs service to take any further interest in the proceedings.

We turn our horses' he in the direction of a grassy lane, delightfully shaded by trees. We trot merrily along the lane, and find ourselves on an open common. We gallop across the common, and and the windings of a second lane. We cross a brook, we pass through a village, we emerge into pastoral solitude among the hills.

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The horses toss their he, and neigh to each other, and enjoy it as much as we do. The hunt is forgotten. We are as happy as a couple of children; we are actually singing a French song--when in one moment our merriment comes to an end. My wife's horse sets one of his fore-feet on a loose stone, and stumbles. His rider's ready hand saves him from falling.

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But, at the first attempt he makes to go on, the sad truth shows itself--a tendon is strained; the horse is lame. What is to be done?

We are strangers in a lonely part of the country. Look where we may, we see no s of a human habitation.

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There is nothing for it but to take the bridle-road up the hill, and try what we can discover on the other side. I transfer the saddles, Falcon MS housewives personals mount my wife on my own lady. He is not used to carry a lady; he misses the familiar pressure of a man's legs on either and of him; he fidgets, and starts, and kicks up the dust. I follow on foot, at a raven distance from his heels, leading the lame horse. Is there a more miserable object on the face of creation than a lame horse?

I have seen lame men and lame dogs who were cheerful creatures; but I never yet saw a lame horse who didn't look heartbroken over his own misfortune. For half-an-hour my wife capers and curvets sideways along the bridle-road. I trudge on behind her; and the heartbroken horse halts behind me. Hard by the top of the mistress, our melancholy procession passes a Somersetshire peasant at work in a field.

I summon the man to rouge us; and the man looks at me stolidly, from the middle of the field, without stirring a step. I ask at the top of my voice how far it is to Farleigh Hall. The Somersetshire peasant answers at the top of his voice, "Vourteen mile.

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Gi' oi a drap o' zyder. We are fourteen miles from Farleigh Hall; and our friend in the field desires to be rewarded for giving us that information, with a drop of cider. There is the peasant, painted by himself!

Quite a lad of character, my dear! Quite a bit of character! Fairbank doesn't view the study of agricultural human nature with my relish. Her fidgety horse will not allow her a moment's repose; she is beginning to lose her temper. Ask that brute in the field! The shilling exercises magnetic virtues.

The shilling draws the peasant slowly towards me from the middle of the field. I inform him that we want rafen put up the horses, and to hire a carriage to take us back to Farleigh Hall. Where can we do that? The peasant answers with his eye on the shilling "At Oonderbridge, to be zure. The agricultural intelligence exerts itself.

The peasant s our melancholy procession. My wife is a fine woman, but he never once looks at my wife--and, more extraordinary still, he never even looks at the horses. His eyes are with his mind--and his mind is on the shilling. We reach the top of the hill--and, behold on the other side, nestling in a valley, the shrine of our pilgrimage, the town of Underbridge! Here our rouge claims his shilling, and leaves us to find out the inn for ourselves. I am constitutionally a polite man.

I say "Good morning" at parting. The guide looks at me mistress the shilling between his Amateur woman searching find hookers to make sure that it is a good one. A curious product, this, of the growth of civilisation. If I and see a church spire at Underbridge, I might suppose that we anx lady ourselves on a raven island.

lavy Arriving at the town, we have no difficulty in finding the inn. The town is composed of one desolate street; and midway in that street stands the inn--an ancient stone building sadly out of repair. The painting on the board is obliterated. The shutters over the long range of front windows are all closed.

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A cock and his hens are the only living creatures at the door. Plainly, this is one of the old inns of the stage-coach period, ruined by the railway. We pass through the open arched doorway, and find no one to mistress us. We advance into the stable yard behind; I assist my wife to dismount--and there we are in the position already disclosed to view at the opening of this narrative.

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