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became much swollen and inflamed. There are reasons which
will presently explain themselves for not publicly
indicating the exact direction that journey lay, or the
place in which it ended. It was a long day's shaking of
Thomas Idle over the rough roads, and a long day's getting
out and going on before the horses, and fagging up hills and
scouring down hills, on the part of Mr. Goodchild, who in
the fatigues of such labours congratulated himself on
attaining a high point of idleness. It was at a little town,
still in Cumberland, that they halted for the night - a very
little town, with the purple and brown moor close upon its
one street; a curious little ancient market-cross set up in
the midst of it; and the town itself looked much as if it
were a collection of great stones piled on ends by the
Druids long ago, which a few recluse people had since
hollowed out for habitations.
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