As they reached the open the rain ceased altogether. High above a few pale stars were beginning to probe through the tattered clouds. The men with the lantern were rapidly moving across the stumpy fallow, towards the causeway.,
"Measles," said Maurice.,
"Well, what is it, then? Who sent you? Come now, out with it quick, or I'll take a tarred rope-end to you.".
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