Furze the Cruel
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Trevena John. Furze the Cruel
INTRODUCTORY. ABOUT RAINDROPS
CHAPTER I. ABOUT THE TAVY FAMILY
CHAPTER II. ABOUT BRIGHTLY
CHAPTER III. ABOUT PASTOR AND MASTER
CHAPTER IV. ABOUT BEETLES
CHAPTER V. ABOUT THOMASINE
CHAPTER VI. ABOUT VOCAL AND INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
CHAPTER VII. ABOUT FAIRYLAND
CHAPTER VIII. ABOUT ATMOSPHERE
CHAPTER IX. ABOUT A KNAVE AND A FOOL
CHAPTER X. ABOUT THE VIGIL OF ST. GOOSE
CHAPTER XI. ABOUT THE FEAST OF ST. GOOSE
CHAPTER XII. ABOUT THE OCTAVE OF ST. GOOSE
CHAPTER XIII. ABOUT VARIOUS EMOTIONS
CHAPTER XIV. ABOUT A STRUGGLE AT THE GATE OF FAIRYLAND
CHAPTER XV. ABOUT JUSTICE
CHAPTER XVI. ABOUT WITCHCRAFT
CHAPTER XVII. ABOUT PASTIMES
CHAPTER XVIII. ABOUT AUTUMN IN FAIRYLAND
CHAPTER XIX. ABOUT THE GOOD RIGHT HAND OF FELLOWSHIP
CHAPTER XX. ABOUT THE PASSOVER OF THE BRUTE
CHAPTER XXI. ABOUT WINTER IN REAL LIFE
CHAPTER XXII. ABOUT THE PINCH
CHAPTER XXIII. ABOUT A HOUSE ON THE HIDDEN LANES
CHAPTER XXIV. ABOUT BANKRUPTS
CHAPTER XXV. ABOUT SWALING-FIRES
CHAPTER XXVI. ABOUT 'DUPPENCE'
CHAPTER XXVII. ABOUT REGENERATION AND RENUNCIATION
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"Coop, coop!" called Mary Tavy. "Cooey, cooey! Aw now, du'ye come, my dear. He be proper contrairy when he'm minded to," she cried to Farmer Chegwidden as she shook a gorse-bush, which was her shepherd's staff, towards a big goose waddling ahead of her in the path of its own selection, and spluttering and hissing like a damp firework.
"Did ever see such a goosie?" said Mary. "When I wants 'en to go one way he goes t'other. There he goes, down under, to Helmen Barton. If he lays his egg there they'll keep 'en, and say one of their fowls dropped 'en. He wun't come home till sundown. Contrairiest bird on Dartmoor be Old Sal."
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"Don't ye, sir," cried Brightly bitterly. "It be ruin, sir. I tored they once avore, and 'twas nigh a month 'vore I could start again. I works hard, sir, and I du try, but I've got this asthma, sir, and rheumatism, and I can't properly see, master. I've been in hospital to Plymouth, sir, but they ses I would never properly see. 'Tis hard to start again, master, and I ain't got friends. Don't ye tear any more, master. I'll never get right again."
Pendoggat went on smashing the vases. There were not many of them, not nearly enough to satisfy him. The last was shattered, and he flung the basket at Brightly, hitting him on the head, but fortunately not breaking his spectacles. Brightly wanted to be alone; to crawl into the bracken with Ju, and think about many things; only Pendoggat would not let him go.
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