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There
she
was
presently
joined
by
Harold
,
breathless
and
very
full
of
his
latest
grievance
.
“
I
asked
him
not
to
,
”
he
burst
out
.
“
I
said
if
he
’
d
only
please
wait
a
bit
and
Edward
would
be
back
soon
,
and
it
couldn
’
t
matter
to
HIM
,
and
the
pig
wouldn
’
t
mind
,
and
Edward
’
d
be
pleased
and
everybody
’
d
be
happy
.
But
he
just
said
he
was
very
sorry
,
but
bacon
didn
’
t
wait
for
nobody
.
So
I
told
him
he
was
a
regular
beast
,
and
then
I
came
away
.
And
—
and
I
b
’
lieve
they
’
re
doing
it
now
!
”
“
Yes
,
he
’
s
a
beast
,
”
agreed
Selina
,
absently
.
She
had
forgotten
all
about
the
pig
-
killing
.
Harold
kicked
away
a
freshly
thrown
-
up
mole
-
hill
,
and
prodded
down
the
hole
with
a
stick
.
From
the
direction
of
Farmer
Larkin
’
s
demesne
came
a
long
-
drawn
note
of
sorrow
,
a
thin
cry
and
appeal
,
telling
that
the
stout
soul
of
a
black
Berkshire
pig
was
already
faring
down
the
stony
track
to
Hades
.
“
D
’
you
know
what
day
it
is
?
”
said
Selina
presently
,
in
a
low
voice
,
looking
far
away
before
her
.
Harold
did
not
appear
to
know
,
nor
yet
to
care
.
He
had
laid
open
his
mole
-
run
for
a
yard
or
so
,
and
was
still
grubbing
at
it
absorbedly
.
“
It
’
s
Trafalgar
Day
,
”
went
on
Selina
,
trancedly
;
“
Trafalgar
Day
—
and
nobody
cares
!
”
Something
in
her
tone
told
Harold
that
he
was
not
behaving
quite
becomingly
.
He
didn
’
t
exactly
know
in
what
manner
;
still
,
he
abandoned
his
mole
-
hunt
for
a
more
courteous
attitude
of
attention
.
“
Over
there
,
”
resumed
Selina
—
she
was
gazing
out
in
the
direction
of
the
old
highroad
—
“
over
there
the
coaches
used
to
go
by
.
Uncle
Thomas
was
telling
me
about
it
the
other
day
.
And
the
people
used
to
watch
for
’
em
coming
,
to
tell
the
time
by
,
and
p
’
r
’
aps
to
get
their
parcels
.
And
one
morning
—
they
wouldn
’
t
be
expecting
anything
different
—
one
morning
,
first
there
would
be
a
cloud
of
dust
,
as
usual
,
and
then
the
coach
would
come
racing
by
,
and
THEN
they
would
know
!
For
the
coach
would
be
dressed
in
laurel
,
all
laurel
from
stem
to
stern
!
And
the
coachman
would
be
wearing
laurel
,
and
the
guard
would
be
wearing
laurel
;
and
then
they
would
know
,
then
they
would
know
!
”
Harold
listened
in
respectful
silence
.
He
would
much
rather
have
been
hunting
the
mole
,
who
must
have
been
a
mile
away
by
this
time
if
he
had
his
wits
about
him
.
But
he
had
all
the
natural
instincts
of
a
gentleman
;
of
whom
it
is
one
of
the
principal
marks
,
if
not
the
complete
definition
,
never
to
show
signs
of
being
bored
.
