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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

CHAPTER XXX.<br />

For she had eyes and chose me: no, lago,<br />

I'll see, before I doubt, when I doubt, prove.<br />

Her name that was as fresh<br />

As Dian’s visage is now begrim'd and black. — Shakespeare.<br />

That very morning the yeoman set forth, posting first to London, and reaching Brighton<br />

on the evening of the following day. He was then travelling by coach, and though the<br />

distance from the capital to Brighton was short in comparison with that traversed the<br />

day before, the halts were so frequent and the delays so tedious that it took nearly a<br />

dozen hours to cover the fifty miles between Blossom's Inn, whence the coach started,<br />

and his destination.<br />

Oh, what a weary journey was that, and how Simon fretted and fumed over the<br />

stoppages. <strong>The</strong> morning was raw and chilly, and the other outside passengers sipped<br />

appreciatively at the elderberry wine which was served to them, steaming, at the<br />

Tangier, Banstead Downs. <strong>The</strong>n the interminable lunch at Reigate, where some of the<br />

travellers, bitten with an irritating desire for knowledge, insisted on inspecting the<br />

Baron's Cave; succeeded all too soon by a halt of two hours for dinner at Staplefield<br />

Common. Other delays occurred at Hancross and Patcham, and the journey was further<br />

impeded by the necessity of walking up the hills, the coach proceeding at a snail's pace,<br />

and the passengers being called on ever and anon to assist its progress by pushing at the<br />

wheels.<br />

[331]<br />

At last, at last Brighton! And now Simon's feverish impatience gave way to a sense of<br />

profound depression. He had reached the goal indeed, he was near enough to his wife to<br />

protect her in case of need; yet how could he obtain access to her since he was even<br />

ignorant of her address. This, however, he could soon put himself in possession of; and<br />

so having removed the dust and stain of travel, he sallied out, late as it was, and after<br />

some inquiries, was directed to Lady Susan Harding's house.

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