"Good evening to you," said the man in the torn old clothes to the parson as they passed each other in the little village of Marlott in the southwest of England.
"Good evening, Sir John," said the parson.
"Why did you call me 'Sir John', when you know my name is plain John Durbeyfield?" asked the man in ragged clothes.
"Well, John Durbeyfield, I have been doing historical investigation into the families in the district that go back to the days of the Norman Conquest. You belong to the oldest branch of the ancient and noble family of . Your family once owned all the land in the district," the parson answered.
"We do have a silver spoon and a seal at home," John Durbeyfield thought to himself as the parson continued on his way. Then, feeling very proud of himself, he called out to a passing boy, "You, boy, call me a carriage from the inn; I am from an ancient noble family."
Soon, John Durbeyfield was sitting in a carriage driven by a man from the village inn. They passed a field where a group of young girls in white dresses were dancing together. One of the girls blushed as the carriage passed.
“ , isn't that your father in the carriage?" asked one of the girls in white.
"He's probably very tired," answered , blushing even more as her friends laughed.
Just then, three young brothers passed the field where the girls were dancing. The youngest, who was also the most handsome, joined the dance as his brothers continued their walk. He danced with several of the girls, but , who was the prettiest, stood a little apart from the others. She was still embarrassed about her father. The young man did not notice her until he had left the girls and followed his brothers. Looking back from the top of the hill, he was sorry that he had missed the chance to dance with her.
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