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sible.’
He was thinking of her plan.
’So you’d start off from Wragby at tea-time, as if you were
going to London? Which way were you going?’
’By Nottingham and Grantham.’
’And then your sister would drop you somewhere and
you’d walk or drive back here? Sounds very risky, to me.’
’Does it? Well, then, Hilda could bring me back. She
could sleep at Mansfield, and bring me back here in the eve-
ning, and fetch me again in the morning. It’s quite easy.’
’And the people who see you?’
’I’ll wear goggles and a veil.’
He pondered for some time.
’Well,’ he said. ‘You please yourself as usual.’
’But wouldn’t it please you?’
’Oh yes! It’d please me all right,’ he said a little grimly. ‘I
might as well smite while the iron’s hot.’
’Do you know what I thought?’ she said suddenly. ‘It
suddenly came to me. You are the ‘’Knight of the Burning
Pestle’’!’
’Ay! And you? Are you the Lady of the Red-Hot Mortar?’
’Yes!’ she said. ‘Yes! You’re Sir Pestle and I’m Lady Mor-
tar.’
’All right, then I’m knighted. John Thomas is Sir John, to
your Lady Jane.’
’Yes! John Thomas is knighted! I’m my-lady-maiden-hair,
and you must have flowers too. Yes!’
She threaded two pink campions in the bush of red-gold
hair above his penis.

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