The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. Wood, (for I never do anything without consulting my better half,) I'll take the boy, educate him, and bring him up to my own business of a carpenter. Even the basest objects sold in the 24 roadside shops were beautiful in some way. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. ‘You think I am like that Valade? No, a thousand times. But I will never—never return. He'll be here two or three days.
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