"Little Fyne's marriage was quite successful. There was no design at all
in it. Fyne, you must know, was an enthusiastic pedestrian. He spent
his holidays tramping all over our native land. His tastes were simple.
He put infinite conviction and perseverance into his holidays. At the
proper season you would meet in the fields, Fyne, a serious-faced, broad-
chested, little man, with a shabby knap-sack on his back, making for some
church steeple. He had a horror of roads. He wrote once a little book
called the 'Tramp's Itinerary,' and was recognised as an authority on the
footpaths of England. So one year, in his favourite over-the-fields,
back-way fashion he entered a pretty Surrey village where he met Miss
Anthony. Pure accident, you see. They came to an understanding, across
some stile, most likely. Little Fyne held very solemn views as to the
destiny of women on this earth, the nature of our sublunary love, the
obligations of this transient life and so on. He probably disclosed them
to his future wife. Miss Anthony's views of life were very decided too
but in a different way.
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