Adventure stories; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
CHAPTER XVI
WE ARE SO SORELY TRIED THAT WE FAIN HAVE RECOURSE TO OUR WITS
Hand-in-hand we trudged along valiantly. The rain came, at first a
thin, hesitating haze, then with a quicker patter and a brisker
resolution, which presently settled into a steady sullen all-night
down-pour. We were very well shod, happily, and we drew our cloaks
tightly about us, and turned our faces to the deluge. To pass the
night in the open air in weather of this sort was impossible, but we
were like to be in the predicament of that first evening out of London.
Once more were we wholly ignorant of the way, were in great discomfort
of body, and had no wherewithal by which we could relieve it. We were
again called on to endure all the discomforts inseparable from our lot.
The only sound from the great darkness that covered the land was the
squish of the water under our feet, and the ceaseless twitter of the
rain on the road. Although our clothes were a steaming burden, and
clung about us in a sop, we tried not to be daunted. We pursued our
way through mud and puddles, resisting the hunger and weariness that
crept so insidiously upon us. And whatever the outward conditions of
our state I don't think we minded greatly. The example of one another
kept us from flagging, even as the possession of one another kept us
from complaining.
At last, having dragged our weary limbs up a steep hill, and having
crested the brow, we saw all at once quite a number of lights gleaming
below in the valley. It was plainly a considerable place, to judge by
them; and though it was in our best interests to keep away from all
towns and villages of any size and importance, on this occasion we did
not pay much heed to these scruples, but went boldly and gladly towards
it.
"But what shall we profit when we get there?" says Cynthia. "We have
but a matter of sevenpence between us, which will avail us little
enough for food and a lodging. And I am sure there will be nobody to
be found who will extend their charity to such a pair of drenched
beggars as we are. Oh, what can we possibly do!"
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