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Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
was
sitting
with
his
feet
in
a
ditch
by
the
roadside
over
the
down
towards
Adderdean
,
about
a
mile
and
a
half
out
of
Iping
.
His
feet
,
save
for
socks
of
irregular
open-work
,
were
bare
,
his
big
toes
were
broad
,
and
pricked
like
the
ears
of
a
watchful
dog
.
In
a
leisurely
manner
--
he
did
everything
in
a
leisurely
manner
--
he
was
contemplating
trying
on
a
pair
of
boots
.
They
were
the
soundest
boots
he
had
come
across
for
a
long
time
,
but
too
large
for
him
;
whereas
the
ones
he
had
were
,
in
dry
weather
,
a
very
comfortable
fit
,
but
too
thin-soled
for
damp
.
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
hated
roomy
shoes
,
but
then
he
hated
damp
.
He
had
never
properly
thought
out
which
he
hated
most
,
and
it
was
a
pleasant
day
,
and
there
was
nothing
better
to
do
.
So
he
put
the
four
shoes
in
a
graceful
group
on
the
turf
and
looked
at
them
.
And
seeing
them
there
among
the
grass
and
springing
agrimony
,
it
suddenly
occurred
to
him
that
both
pairs
were
exceedingly
ugly
to
see
.
He
was
not
at
all
startled
by
a
voice
behind
him
.
"
They
're
boots
,
anyhow
,
"
said
the
Voice
.
"
They
are
--
charity
boots
,
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
,
with
his
head
on
one
side
regarding
them
distastefully
;
"
and
which
is
the
ugliest
pair
in
the
whole
blessed
universe
,
I
'm
darned
if
I
know
!
"
"
H
'm
,
"
said
the
Voice
.
"
I
've
worn
worse
--
in
fact
,
I
've
worn
none
.
But
none
so
owdacious
ugly
--
if
you
'll
allow
the
expression
.
I
've
been
cadging
boots
--
in
particular
--
for
days
.
Because
I
was
sick
of
them
.
They
're
sound
enough
,
of
course
.
But
a
gentleman
on
tramp
sees
such
a
thundering
lot
of
his
boots
.
And
if
you
'll
believe
me
,
I
've
raised
nothing
in
the
whole
blessed
country
,
try
as
I
would
,
but
them
.
Look
at
'em
!
And
a
good
country
for
boots
,
too
,
in
a
general
way
.
But
it
's
just
my
promiscuous
luck
.
I
've
got
my
boots
in
this
country
ten
years
or
more
.
And
then
they
treat
you
like
this
.
"
"
It
's
a
beast
of
a
country
,
"
said
the
Voice
.
"
And
pigs
for
people
.
"
"
Ai
n't
it
?
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
.
"
Lord
!
But
them
boots
!
It
beats
it
.
"
He
turned
his
head
over
his
shoulder
to
the
right
,
to
look
at
the
boots
of
his
interlocutor
with
a
view
to
comparisons
,
and
lo
!
where
the
boots
of
his
interlocutor
should
have
been
were
neither
legs
nor
boots
.
He
was
irradiated
by
the
dawn
of
a
great
amazement
.
"
Where
are
yer
?
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
over
his
shoulder
and
coming
on
all
fours
.
He
saw
a
stretch
of
empty
downs
with
the
wind
swaying
the
remote
green-pointed
furze
bushes
.
"
Am
I
drunk
?
"
said
Mr.
Marvel
.
"
Have
I
had
visions
?
Was
I
talking
to
myself
?
What
the
--
"
"
Do
n't
be
alarmed
,
"
said
a
Voice
.
