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"They can all go to blazes," I thought, as I went
home by the field path. "I know I'm right and I'm
going to do it," was the rhythm of my mental mono-
logue. If all that senseless slaughter had got to go on,
it shouldn't be through any fault of mine. "It won't
be any fault of mine," I muttered,

A shaggy farm horse was sitting in the corner of a
field with his front legs tucked under him; munching
placidly, he watched me climb the stile into the old
green lane with its high thorn hedges.

V

OUNSHADE IN one hand and prayer-book in the
O other, Aunt Evelyn was just starting for morning
service at Butley. "I really must ask Captain Hux-
table to tea before you go away. He looked a little
hurt when he inquired after you last Sunday," she re-
marked. So it was settled that she would ask him to
tea when they came out of the church. "I really can't
think why you haven't been over to see him," she
added, dropping her gloves and then deciding not to
wear them after all, for the weather was hot and since
she had given up the pony cart she always walked
to church. She put up her pink sunshade and I
walked with her to the front gate. The two cats accom-
panied us, and were even willing to follow her up the
road, though they'd been warned over and over again
that the road was dangerous. Aunt Evelyn was still
inclined to regard all motorists as reckless and ob-
noxious intruders. The roads were barely safe for
human beings, let alone cats, she exclaimed as she
hurried away. The church bells could already be
heard across the fields, and very peaceful they
sounded.

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