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The devil, they say, looks after his own and, that same day, the answer dropped into Hupsman’s grasp like a ripened plum. After supper at the rectory, he escaped from his carping spouse and sauntered down to the Berkeley Arms for his quart of ale. The inn was a forum for the debating of local topics, the ... Posted originally: 2010-06-17 19:14:25 |