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“
Christian
don
’
t
know
the
fun
o
’
t
,
and
’
twould
be
a
fine
sight
for
him
,
”
said
a
buxom
woman
.
“
There
’
s
no
danger
at
all
,
Christian
.
Every
man
puts
in
a
shilling
apiece
,
and
one
wins
a
gown
-
piece
for
his
wife
or
sweetheart
if
he
’
s
got
one
.
”
“
Well
,
as
that
’
s
not
my
fortune
there
’
s
no
meaning
in
it
to
me
.
But
I
should
like
to
see
the
fun
,
if
there
’
s
nothing
of
the
black
art
in
it
,
and
if
a
man
may
look
on
without
cost
or
getting
into
any
dangerous
wrangle
?
”
“
There
will
be
no
uproar
at
all
,
”
said
Timothy
.
“
Sure
,
Christian
,
if
you
’
d
like
to
come
we
’
ll
see
there
’
s
no
harm
done
.
”
“
And
no
ba
’
dy
gaieties
,
I
suppose
?
You
see
,
neighbours
,
if
so
,
it
would
be
setting
father
a
bad
example
,
as
he
is
so
light
moral
’
d
.
But
a
gown
-
piece
for
a
shilling
,
and
no
black
art
—
’
tis
worth
looking
in
to
see
,
and
it
wouldn
’
t
hinder
me
half
an
hour
.
Yes
,
I
’
ll
come
,
if
you
’
ll
step
a
little
way
towards
Mistover
with
me
afterwards
,
supposing
night
should
have
closed
in
,
and
nobody
else
is
going
that
way
?
”
One
or
two
promised
;
and
Christian
,
diverging
from
his
direct
path
,
turned
round
to
the
right
with
his
companions
towards
the
Quiet
Woman
.
When
they
entered
the
large
common
room
of
the
inn
they
found
assembled
there
about
ten
men
from
among
the
neighbouring
population
,
and
the
group
was
increased
by
the
new
contingent
to
double
that
number
.
Most
of
them
were
sitting
round
the
room
in
seats
divided
by
wooden
elbows
like
those
of
crude
cathedral
stalls
,
which
were
carved
with
the
initials
of
many
an
illustrious
drunkard
of
former
times
who
had
passed
his
days
and
his
nights
between
them
,
and
now
lay
as
an
alcoholic
cinder
in
the
nearest
churchyard
.
Among
the
cups
on
the
long
table
before
the
sitters
lay
an
open
parcel
of
light
drapery
—
the
gown
-
piece
,
as
it
was
called
—
which
was
to
be
raffled
for
.
Wildeve
was
standing
with
his
back
to
the
fireplace
smoking
a
cigar
;
and
the
promoter
of
the
raffle
,
a
packman
from
a
distant
town
,
was
expatiating
upon
the
value
of
the
fabric
as
material
for
a
summer
dress
.
“
Now
,
gentlemen
,
”
he
continued
,
as
the
newcomers
drew
up
to
the
table
,
“
there
’
s
five
have
entered
,
and
we
want
four
more
to
make
up
the
number
.
I
think
,
by
the
faces
of
those
gentlemen
who
have
just
come
in
,
that
they
are
shrewd
enough
to
take
advantage
of
this
rare
opportunity
of
beautifying
their
ladies
at
a
very
trifling
expense
.
”
Fairway
,
Sam
,
and
another
placed
their
shillings
on
the
table
,
and
the
man
turned
to
Christian
.
“
No
,
sir
,
”
said
Christian
,
drawing
back
,
with
a
quick
gaze
of
misgiving
.
“
I
am
only
a
poor
chap
come
to
look
on
,
an
it
please
ye
,
sir
.
I
don
’
t
so
much
as
know
how
you
do
it
.
If
so
be
I
was
sure
of
getting
it
I
would
put
down
the
shilling
;
but
I
couldn
’
t
otherwise
.
”
