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“
You
need
not
hurry
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Yeobright
.
“
It
will
be
better
not
to
get
there
till
after
dusk
,
and
then
nobody
will
notice
you
.
Come
back
here
to
supper
,
if
it
is
not
too
late
.
”
It
was
nearly
nine
o
’
clock
when
he
began
to
ascend
the
vale
towards
Mistover
;
but
the
long
days
of
summer
being
at
their
climax
,
the
first
obscurity
of
evening
had
only
just
begun
to
tan
the
landscape
.
At
this
point
of
his
journey
Christian
heard
voices
,
and
found
that
they
proceeded
from
a
company
of
men
and
women
who
were
traversing
a
hollow
ahead
of
him
,
the
tops
only
of
their
heads
being
visible
.
He
paused
and
thought
of
the
money
he
carried
.
It
was
almost
too
early
even
for
Christian
seriously
to
fear
robbery
;
nevertheless
he
took
a
precaution
which
ever
since
his
boyhood
he
had
adopted
whenever
he
carried
more
than
two
or
three
shillings
upon
his
person
—
a
precaution
somewhat
like
that
of
the
owner
of
the
Pitt
Diamond
when
filled
with
similar
misgivings
.
He
took
off
his
boots
,
untied
the
guineas
,
and
emptied
the
contents
of
one
little
bag
into
the
right
boot
,
and
of
the
other
into
the
left
,
spreading
them
as
flatly
as
possible
over
the
bottom
of
each
,
which
was
really
a
spacious
coffer
by
no
means
limited
to
the
size
of
the
foot
.
Pulling
them
on
again
and
lacing
them
to
the
very
top
,
he
proceeded
on
his
way
,
more
easy
in
his
head
than
under
his
soles
.
His
path
converged
towards
that
of
the
noisy
company
,
and
on
coming
nearer
he
found
to
his
relief
that
they
were
several
Egdon
people
whom
he
knew
very
well
,
while
with
them
walked
Fairway
,
of
Blooms
-
End
.
“
What
!
Christian
going
too
?
”
said
Fairway
as
soon
as
he
recognized
the
newcomer
.
“
You
’
ve
got
no
young
woman
nor
wife
to
your
name
to
gie
a
gown
-
piece
to
,
I
’
m
sure
.
”
“
What
d
’
ye
mean
?
”
said
Christian
.
“
Why
,
the
raffle
.
The
one
we
go
to
every
year
.
Going
to
the
raffle
as
well
as
ourselves
?
”
“
Never
knew
a
word
o
’
t
.
Is
it
like
cudgel
playing
or
other
sportful
forms
of
bloodshed
?
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
,
thank
you
,
Mister
Fairway
,
and
no
offence
.
”
