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CATHERINE OPENS THE GATE 167
Charles was a little disconcerted. Were
the other to keep his word he would be
likely to prove the falseness of his state¬
ment ; were he to precede him to his house
he would certainly do so. He suspected
that Heber knew where he lived.
“You’ll have some way to go, then,”
said he. “ A decent man doesn’t keep his
wench under other folks’ noses. If you’ve
a mind to see Catherine, I’ll not stop you.
I’m going out to see her myself, an’ perhaps
the sight of the pair of us’ll please her.”
As he spoke, Saunders’s eyes twinkled, for
he was due at a village out in the neigh¬
bourhood and was going to start almost
immediately in the gig. If Moorhouse
chose to annoy him by following him, he
would let him have the wild-goose chase
he deserved for his pains ; and as he left
the shepherd standing in the street he could
hardly keep himself from bursting out
laughing. He looked over his shoulder.
Heber was a few paces behind.

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