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Mr
.
Brooke
reflected
that
it
was
market
-
day
,
and
that
his
worthy
tenant
had
probably
been
dining
,
but
saw
no
reason
why
he
should
not
go
on
,
since
he
could
take
the
precaution
of
repeating
what
he
had
to
say
to
Mrs
.
Dagley
.
"
Your
little
lad
Jacob
has
been
caught
killing
a
leveret
,
Dagley
:
I
have
told
Johnson
to
lock
him
up
in
the
empty
stable
an
hour
or
two
,
just
to
frighten
him
,
you
know
.
But
he
will
be
brought
home
by
-
and
-
by
,
before
night
:
and
you
’
ll
just
look
after
him
,
will
you
,
and
give
him
a
reprimand
,
you
know
?
"
"
No
,
I
woon
’
t
:
I
’
ll
be
dee
’
d
if
I
’
ll
leather
my
boy
to
please
you
or
anybody
else
,
not
if
you
was
twenty
landlords
istid
o
’
one
,
and
that
a
bad
un
.
"
Dagley
’
s
words
were
loud
enough
to
summon
his
wife
to
the
back
-
kitchen
door
—
the
only
entrance
ever
used
,
and
one
always
open
except
in
bad
weather
—
and
Mr
.
Brooke
,
saying
soothingly
,
"
Well
,
well
,
I
’
ll
speak
to
your
wife
—
I
didn
’
t
mean
beating
,
you
know
,
"
turned
to
walk
to
the
house
.
But
Dagley
,
only
the
more
inclined
to
"
have
his
say
"
with
a
gentleman
who
walked
away
from
him
,
followed
at
once
,
with
Fag
slouching
at
his
heels
and
sullenly
evading
some
small
and
probably
charitable
advances
on
the
part
of
Monk
.
"
How
do
you
do
,
Mrs
.
Dagley
?
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
making
some
haste
.
"
I
came
to
tell
you
about
your
boy
:
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
give
him
the
stick
,
you
know
.
"
He
was
careful
to
speak
quite
plainly
this
time
.
Overworked
Mrs
.
Dagley
—
a
thin
,
worn
woman
,
from
whose
life
pleasure
had
so
entirely
vanished
that
she
had
not
even
any
Sunday
clothes
which
could
give
her
satisfaction
in
preparing
for
church
—
had
already
had
a
misunderstanding
with
her
husband
since
he
had
come
home
,
and
was
in
low
spirits
,
expecting
the
worst
.
But
her
husband
was
beforehand
in
answering
.
"
No
,
nor
he
woon
’
t
hev
the
stick
,
whether
you
want
it
or
no
,
"
pursued
Dagley
,
throwing
out
his
voice
,
as
if
he
wanted
it
to
hit
hard
.
"
You
’
ve
got
no
call
to
come
an
’
talk
about
sticks
o
’
these
primises
,
as
you
woon
’
t
give
a
stick
tow
’
rt
mending
.
Go
to
Middlemarch
to
ax
for
YOUR
charrickter
.
"
"
You
’
d
far
better
hold
your
tongue
,
Dagley
,
"
said
the
wife
,
"
and
not
kick
your
own
trough
over
.
When
a
man
as
is
father
of
a
family
has
been
an
’
spent
money
at
market
and
made
himself
the
worse
for
liquor
,
he
’
s
done
enough
mischief
for
one
day
.
But
I
should
like
to
know
what
my
boy
’
s
done
,
sir
.
"
