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THE mood of the men was gay. Behind them was triumph on a field of green against fifteen stalwarts of a southern county, and they celebrated this triumph simply. The hotel which had welcomed them for the night was old; it almost deserved to be called 'quaint'. None of the bedrooms had running water, for this was a half-way spot between today's game and tomorrow's, and in the rural wilds of the west country. The landlord was as old-fashioned as his hostelry. In the parlour, set aside for the players, was a large barrel on a trestle, and behind it were rows of pewter tankards. Nearby were bottles for those lesser men who preferred spirits. |