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"Don't hurt you and me bein' friends, does it, Myry," broke in Tessibel impetuously, "'cause I can't love Ezry?" "Nope, I wouldn't love him nuther. Ma don't know all that's to know and I wouldn't a married the brat's pa if I could," and she shivered, for she knew that she had lied to Tess. This was the first time Myra had mentioned her trouble, that is, in just that confidential manner.
"She 'ad the makin' of 'er bed," he went on, obstinately. "What for do she bring her disgrace home, wi' a fatherless brat for all folks to see? We don't want them sort in our village. The Lord's hand is heavy, an' a brat's a curse that cannot be hid."
Hurd as 'as 'is orfice at Scotlan' Yard, and take 'im with you." "Oh! but I couldn't " "You go," advised Mrs. Tawsey. "There's five pounds offered for the brat's bein' found." "Five pun!" gasped Mrs. Purr, trembling. "Lor', and me 'avin' a chanct of gittin' it. I'll go I'll go. I knows the Yard, 'avin' 'ad summat to do with them dirty perlice in my time. Miss Sylvia " "Yes, go, Mrs.
I shall sit at the head of the table, and father and mother only at the sides I shall tell the people who they are to take in to dinner, and nod my head from the top when dessert is ended. To-day I am going to write and secure the Brat's company that is, later in the day but now it is quite, quite early, even the letters have not come in.
I'd be shot first, so he'd be quite safe; but he might have the decency to offer." Worse was to come, however. I had not yet plumbed the black depths of the Brat's selfishness. "Certainly, Monsieur; we have very good cheese," madame assured me soothingly. "If Monsieur would be pleased to step downstairs." "I should prefer to remain here," I replied.
Without one glance at the shivering young mother, she walked to the door, and opened it, as she had done that night when he had come first to the hut. "Ye can go," she said, "both of ye. The God up their ain't all yers. He air mine and Daddy's and the brat's." The rain rushed in through the open door.
I have given up all the world for you, and you cannot have the heart to cast me off." "What a fool the woman is! Have you ever known me change my mind? If you scorn your own life, through your own folly, you must care for the brat's. If you stop here ten minutes, you will both be blown to pieces." "Through my own folly! Oh, God in heaven, that you should speak so of my love for you!
It air beautiful." Beautiful! beautiful! Tessibel caught her breath and looked at Myra with a yellowish glint, born of a new emotion in her eyes. Was the brat's mother making fun of her? All her short life had this been Tessibel's portion.
She worked alone or with other poor women, but with the men she had no friendships; the sharpest women's eyes in the village could see no fault in her in this respect; if it had not been so, if she had talked pleasantly with them and smiled when addressed by them, her life would have been made a burden to her. She would have been often asked who her brat's father was.
At home, if I grew tired of talking to one, I could talk to another. If I waxed weary of Bobby's sea-tales, I might refresh myself with listening to the Brat's braggings about Oxford with Tou Tou's murdered French lesson: J'aime, I love. Tu aimes, Thou lovest. Il aime, He loves. How many thousand years ago, the labored conjugation of that verb seems to me!
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