Hoopdriverdrewhiswatchhastily。\"Isay，\"saidMr。Hoopdriver，showingittoher，\"don’tyouthinkweoughttobegettingon？\"
Hisfacewasflushed，hisearsbrightred。Sheascribedhisconfusiontomodesty。Herosewithalionaddedtotheburthensofhisconscience，andheldouthishandtoassisther。TheywalkeddownintoCoshamagain，resumedtheirmachines，andwentonataleisurelypacealongthenorthernshoreofthebigharbour。ButMr。Hoopdriverwasnolongerhappy。Thishorrible，thisfulsomelie，stuckinhismemory。WhyHADhedoneit？ShedidnotaskforanymoreSouthAfricanstories，happily——atleastuntilPorchesterwasreached——buttalkedinsteadofLivingOne’sOwnLife，andhowcustomhungonpeoplelikechains。Shetalkedwonderfully，andsetHoopdriver’smindfermenting。BytheCastle，Mr。Hoopdrivercaughtseveralcrabsinlittleshorepools。AtFarehamtheystoppedforasecondtea，andlefttheplacetowardsthehourofsunset，undersuchinvigoratingcircumstancesasyoushallinduecoursehear。
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Andnowtotellofthoseenergeticchevaliers，Widgery，Dangle，andPhipps，andofthatdistressedbeauty，’ThomasPlantagenet，’