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'
It
's
a
heavy
load
,
I
can
tell
you
,
'
said
the
female
,
coming
up
,
almost
breathless
with
fatigue
.
'
Heavy
!
What
are
yer
talking
about
?
What
are
yer
made
for
?
'
rejoined
the
male
traveller
,
changing
his
own
little
bundle
as
he
spoke
,
to
the
other
shoulder
.
'
Oh
,
there
yer
are
,
resting
again
!
Well
,
if
yer
ai
n't
enough
to
tire
anybody
's
patience
out
,
I
do
n't
know
what
is
!
'
'
Is
it
much
farther
?
'
asked
the
woman
,
resting
herself
against
a
bank
,
and
looking
up
with
the
perspiration
streaming
from
her
face
.
'
Much
farther
!
Yer
as
good
as
there
,
'
said
the
long-legged
tramper
,
pointing
out
before
him
.
'
Look
there
!
Those
are
the
lights
of
London
.
'
'
They
're
a
good
two
mile
off
,
at
least
,
'
said
the
woman
despondingly
.
'
Never
mind
whether
they
're
two
mile
off
,
or
twenty
,
'
said
Noah
Claypole
;
for
he
it
was
;
'
but
get
up
and
come
on
,
or
I
'll
kick
yer
,
and
so
I
give
yer
notice
.
'
As
Noah
's
red
nose
grew
redder
with
anger
,
and
as
he
crossed
the
road
while
speaking
,
as
if
fully
prepared
to
put
his
threat
into
execution
,
the
woman
rose
without
any
further
remark
,
and
trudged
onward
by
his
side
.
'
Where
do
you
mean
to
stop
for
the
night
,
Noah
?
'
she
asked
,
after
they
had
walked
a
few
hundred
yards
.
'
How
should
I
know
?
'
replied
Noah
,
whose
temper
had
been
considerably
impaired
by
walking
.
