I was put down at Whitcross, a crossroads on the moor, after travelling
for two days in the coach. As it rolled away, I realized I had left my
parcel inside, and given the coachman all the coins in my purse. I was
alone on the open moor, with no money or possessions. Lonely white roads
stretched across the great, wide moors as far as the hills. I was glad
to see there were no towns here, because I did not want people to
question me or pity me. So I walked across the moor, until I found a dry
place to sleep, in the shelter of a small hill. Luckily it was a warm
night, with no rain. The next day was hot and sunny, but I needed food
and water, so I could not stay on the moor.
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