‘Any place ’ud look poor-favoured in this weather,’ said Elmer. ‘And there’s no inn but knows death one time or another.’ ‘Ah! I dur’ say. But we mun be shifting things. We mun be getting along.’ They intended to be far away before nightfall. The place began to look kinder when some of Elmer’s furniture was in. It was commonplace, but good, and it seemed sufficiently self-complacent to stare down a ghost. ‘Mr. Elmer! Mr. Elmer!’ came a second lost voice, and two more wagoners, also clad in sacks and corduroys, appe…
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