Mrs. Jenkins protested, that "if she was to be burnt alive with fuz-
faggits and brimstone, nothink but what she witnessed with her own eyes
should pass her lips, whatsomever she might think, and although they
were a-walkin'--him with his arm round her waist--she did NOT see him a-
kissin' of her--how could she when they were a hundred yards off?"
The Doctor prolonged his stroll and reached home about half-past eleven.
A third of his life had been spent in Langborough. He remembered the
day he came and the unpacking of his books. They lined the walls of his
room, some of them rare, all of them his friends. Nobody in Langborough
had ever asked him to lend a single volume. The solitary scholar never
forsook his studies, but at times he sighed over them and they seemed a
little vain. They were not entirely without external effect, for Pope
and Swift in disguise often spoke to the vestry or the governors, and
the Doctor's manners even in the shops were moulded by his intercourse
with the classic dead. Their names, however, in Langborough were almost
unknown.
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