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the same day, every man two and two, and a fine day 'twas,—hot as fire,—the sun did strik' down upon my back going to church! I well can mind what a bath o' sweating I was in, body and mind! But Fance will ha' thee, Dick—she won't walk wi' another chap—no such good luck.'
'I don't know about that,' said Dick, whipping at Smart's flank in a fanciful way, which, as Smart knew, meant nothing in connection with going on. 'There's Pa'son Maybold, too—that's all against me.'
'What about he? She's never been stuffing into thy innocent heart that he's in love wi' her? Lord, the vanity o' maidens!'
'No, no. But he called, and she looked at him in such a way, and at me in such a way—quite different the ways were,—and as I was coming off, there was he hanging up her birdcage.'
'Well, why shouldn't the man hang up