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He hadn’t covered the first of those miles, however, when the luck favoured him at last. He met a cart turning in his direction out of a field and this time he was able to beg a lift, though it took several minutes to explain to the driver, a little old whiskered fellow nearly as deaf as one of his own sacks, exactly what he wanted. And by the time he had made it plain to his companion that he was travelling about, that he wanted a wash and brush -up and some breakfast, Everwell itself was in sight. It was a little place that looked somehow as if it had been dropped there.