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`` Yes , I daresay I did . Who knows ? I do n't pretend to understand such things . '' A little before sunset came Mr. Turnbull , who took supper at The Haws , and was fetched away by his coachman at ten o'clock . With this old friend , who in Will 's eyes looked no older now than when he first knew him in early childhood , they talked freely of the Applegarth business , and Mr. Turnbull promised to make inquiries at once . Of course , he took a despondent view of jam . Jam , he inclined to think , was being overdone ; after all , the country could consume only a certain quantity of even the most wholesome preserves , and a glut of jam already threatened the market .