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Reports from the town of Knollhampton indicate that the Reverend is here. “Gather yourselves, neighbors, the good Reverend John from Bramford is here!” cried townswoman Lavinia Rushworth, gathering up her skirt as she bustled through Knollhampton’s central road to inform all she could that the fair and honest Reverend had just arrived at the town chapel. “The Reverend does not like to dally! All the pious people of this village must come at once to pay their due respects! Where is the good Mrs. Grout? Sleeping at such an hour, I hope not! The Reverend has had a long and tiresome journey and would like nothing more than one of her fine mince pies!” The Reverend, meanwhile, was sneaking into a stable with Mabel Frond, the town’s lascivious barkeep.
