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“
Really
,
there
would
have
been
nobody
here
who
could
have
stood
as
decent
second
to
him
,
or
even
third
,
if
I
hadn
’
t
been
a
soldier
in
the
Bang
-
up
Locals
(
as
we
was
called
for
our
smartness
)
,
”
said
Grandfer
Cantle
.
“
And
even
as
’
tis
we
all
look
a
little
scammish
beside
him
.
But
in
the
year
four
’
twas
said
there
wasn
’
t
a
finer
figure
in
the
whole
South
Wessex
than
I
,
as
I
looked
when
dashing
past
the
shop
-
winders
with
the
rest
of
our
company
on
the
day
we
ran
out
o
’
Budmouth
because
it
was
thoughted
that
Boney
had
landed
round
the
point
.
There
was
I
,
straight
as
a
young
poplar
,
wi
’
my
firelock
,
and
my
bagnet
,
and
my
spatterdashes
,
and
my
stock
sawing
my
jaws
off
,
and
my
accoutrements
sheening
like
the
seven
stars
!
Yes
,
neighbours
,
I
was
a
pretty
sight
in
my
soldiering
days
.
You
ought
to
have
seen
me
in
four
!
”
“
’
Tis
his
mother
’
s
side
where
Master
Clym
’
s
figure
comes
from
,
bless
ye
,
”
said
Timothy
.
“
I
know
’
d
her
brothers
well
.
Longer
coffins
were
never
made
in
the
whole
country
of
South
Wessex
,
and
’
tis
said
that
poor
George
’
s
knees
were
crumpled
up
a
little
e
’
en
as
’
twas
.
”
“
Coffins
,
where
?
”
inquired
Christian
,
drawing
nearer
.
“
Have
the
ghost
of
one
appeared
to
anybody
,
Master
Fairway
?
”
“
No
,
no
.
Don
’
t
let
your
mind
so
mislead
your
ears
,
Christian
;
and
be
a
man
,
”
said
Timothy
reproachfully
.
“
I
will
.
”
said
Christian
.
“
But
now
I
think
o
’
t
my
shadder
last
night
seemed
just
the
shape
of
a
coffin
.
What
is
it
a
sign
of
when
your
shade
’
s
like
a
coffin
,
neighbours
?
It
can
’
t
be
nothing
to
be
afeared
of
,
I
suppose
?
”
“
Afeared
,
no
!
”
said
the
Grandfer
.
“
Faith
,
I
was
never
afeard
of
nothing
except
Boney
,
or
I
shouldn
’
t
ha
’
been
the
soldier
I
was
.
Yes
,
’
tis
a
thousand
pities
you
didn
’
t
see
me
in
four
!
”
By
this
time
the
mummers
were
preparing
to
leave
;
but
Mrs
.
Yeobright
stopped
them
by
asking
them
to
sit
down
and
have
a
little
supper
.
To
this
invitation
Father
Christmas
,
in
the
name
of
them
all
,
readily
agreed
.
Eustacia
was
happy
in
the
opportunity
of
staying
a
little
longer
.
The
cold
and
frosty
night
without
was
doubly
frigid
to
her
.
But
the
lingering
was
not
without
its
difficulties
.
Mrs
.
Yeobright
,
for
want
of
room
in
the
larger
apartment
,
placed
a
bench
for
the
mummers
halfway
through
the
pantry
door
,
which
opened
from
the
sitting
-
room
.
Here
they
seated
themselves
in
a
row
,
the
door
being
left
open
—
thus
they
were
still
virtually
in
the
same
apartment
.
Mrs
.
Yeobright
now
murmured
a
few
words
to
her
son
,
who
crossed
the
room
to
the
pantry
door
,
striking
his
head
against
the
mistletoe
as
he
passed
,
and
brought
the
mummers
beef
and
bread
,
cake
pastry
,
mead
,
and
elder
-
wine
,
the
waiting
being
done
by
him
and
his
mother
,
that
the
little
maid
-
servant
might
sit
as
guest
.
The
mummers
doffed
their
helmets
,
and
began
to
eat
and
drink
.
