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One evening of late summer, before the nineteenth century had reached one-thirdof its span, a young man and woman, the latter carrying a child, wereapproaching the large village of Weydon-Priors, in Upper Wessex, on foot. Theywere plainly but not ill clad, though the thick hoar of dust which hadaccumulated on thei