John Constable Wivenhoe Park EssexJohn Constable Weymouth BayJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900
was halfway up his second row, but accelerating.
Miss Flitworth opened the door a fraction.
‘Yes?’ she said, suspiciously.
‘It’s him,’ said’m Spigot. ‘You’re getting your money’s worth out of him all right, Miss Flitworth.’ ‘It’ll be the first time, then, in these parts,’ she said sourly.
‘Up and down the field like a madman, trying to better ?that? contraption of Ned Simnel’s. Took four of us to do the ~inding. He nearly beat it, too.’ ‘Put him down on the sofa.’Bill Door, Miss FIitworth. We’ve brought him home.’She opened the door wider.‘What happened to him?’The two men shuffled in awkwardly, trying to support a figure a foot taller than they were. It raised its head and squinted muzzily at Miss Flitworth. ??? Duke Bottomley.‘He’s a devil for working,’ said Willi~ ???‘Don’t know what come over
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