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The coat had been growing hard with the frost.
"This wants the batling stone ower it," said the old weaver, spreading
it out before him.
"See to this, schoolmaster," said Ralph, throwing Sim's cap into his
lap.
Monsey jumped, with a scream, out of his seat as though stung by an
adder.
Ralph looked at him for a moment with an expression of pity.
"I might have known you were timid at heart, schoolmaster. Perhaps
you're gallant over a glass."
There could be no doubt of little Monsey's timidity. All his jests had
forsaken him.
Sim had seen the gesture that expressed horror at contact even with
his clothes. He was awake to every passing incident with a feverish
alertness.
"Let me go," he said again, with a look of supplicatory appeal.
Old Matthew got up and opened the door.
"Sista, there's some betterment in the weather, now; it teem't awhile
ago."
"What of that?" asked Ralph; but he understood the observation.
"For God's sake let me go," cried Sim in agony, looking first at one
face and then at another.


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