Mr. Thomas Marvel
"Am I drunk? " said Mr. Marvel. "Have I had visions? Was I talking to myself? What the—"
"Don't be alarmed," said a voice.
"None of your ventriloquising me" said Mr. Thomas Marvel, rising sharply to his feet. "Where are yer? Alarmed, indeed!"
"Don't be alarmed," repeated the voice.
"You 'll be alarmed in a minute, you silly fool," said Mr. Thomas Marvel. "Where are yer? Lemme get my mark on yer—
"Are you buried?" said Mr. Thomas Marvel, after an interval.
There was no answer. Mr. Thomas Marvel stood bootless and amazed, his jacket nearly thrown off.
"Peewit," said a peewit, very remote.
"Peewit, indeed!" said Mr. Thomas Marvel. "This ain't no time for foolery." The down was desolate, east and west, north and south; the road, with its shallow ditches and white bordering stakes, ran smooth and empty north and south, and, save for that peewit, the blue sky was empty too. "So help me," said Mr. Thomas Marvel, shuffling his coat on to his
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