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J. S. Fletcher. Where Highways Cross
Where Highways Cross
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. THE STATUTE HIRING FAIR
CHAPTER II. THE FASTENING PENNY
CHAPTER III. THE HOME FARM
CHAPTER IV. HEPWORTH
CHAPTER V. THE VILLAGE CHAPEL
CHAPTER VI. PARTIAL CONFIDENCES
CHAPTER I. ST. THOMAS’S DAY
CHAPTER II. HEPWORTH SPEAKS
CHAPTER III. ELISABETH’S HISTORY
CHAPTER IV. NO OBSTACLES
CHAPTER I. A HEART’S FIRST LOVE
CHAPTER II. ANTICIPATIONS
CHAPTER III. THE BLOW FALLS
CHAPTER IV. HEPWORTH’S QUESTION
CHAPTER V. TEMPTATION
CHAPTER VI. WHERE HIGHWAYS CROSS
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J. S. Fletcher
Published by Good Press, 2022
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“You can’t miss it, missis,” answered the waggoner. “Go straight down—there past the shows—that’s the Corn-market—and through the Beast-fair—and there you are in the Market-Place.”
The woman thanked him for his kindness, and went away in the direction of the noisy crowd. In the Corn-market every available inch of space was occupied by the shows and the people thronging about them. One side of the square was filled up by a menagerie of wild animals. On the platform outside it sat the bandsmen whose drums and trumpets made blaring music that failed to drown the roaring and shrill cries of the beasts inside the vans. The people crowded with a steady persistence up the steps leading to the entrance. Those who had already been inside and who had emerged with faces expressive of wonder, grouped themselves about the entrances of smaller shows, one of which held a wild man, and another a lamb with three heads. Outside each of these frail erections of sail-cloth and canvas there stood a barrel-organ or a gong, and these being continuously ground or beaten, added fresh discord to the babel of sound that arose on all sides. The whole scene was one of noise and hubbub, of jostling and horse-play, and the blowing of the trumpets and beating of the gongs tended to produce a feeling of confusion in anyone who had not previously attended similar gatherings.
