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As the slow fingers pushed the glass on to the little table again, the click of a gate sounded sharply, followed by the noise of footsteps on a paved path. The smile flickered back to Ruan's lips, and he settled himself to enjoy his last little comedy. Up bare stairs came the footsteps, then the room door opened with a protest of rusty hinges, and Ruan saw the Parson standing on the threshold.
One great ploughed field stretched from the garden to the hill-crest; in the middle of its curve a tall grey granite monolith reared up, dark where its top came against the sky, but at its base hardly distinguishable from the bare earth around, which was charmed by the hour to a warm purple hue; when Ruan's eyes left the gleam in the sky they could find out the subdued green of the nearer hedge-row.
I have two wolf-hounds; if he is innocent they will not harm him, but if there is anything of the wolf about him they will tear him to pieces." The dogs came and licked Ruan's feet; and the child whom he was supposed to have eaten was discovered hidden away. However, the saint found it well to leave Brittany for Cornwall.
That's why Ruan's being brought up a gentleman because he's the only one who's not a bastard." "Shut your foul mouth," ordered Polkinghorne angrily. "Hilaria, let me " "It's not true," cried Hilaria. "Tell them it's not true, Ishmael." Killigrew had the quicker instinct. "What does it matter if it's true or not?" he asked.
An' t'other lads and Vassie can go starve wi' en?" Ruan's face changed, grew darker, and he spoke harshly. "They were the children of our passion true love-children. They remind me of the days when I was a fool, and I'll leave them only my folly. But the child that's coming he'll be blessed by the law and the Church quite a gentleman of quality, Annie; far above the likes of you.
"We all know Ruan, and we think he's an awfully nice chap, and nothing else is any affair of ours. We don't care what Doughty's father and mother are, because we don't like him; we don't care what Ruan's are because we do like him. Personally, I don't see why Ruan should mind either. The thing doesn't alter him at all."
The lawyer spoke little; when he did his voice was rich and unctuous the sort of voice that Ishmael always described to himself as "porky." He was as attentive to Mrs. Ruan's wants as Tom to his, and she, never a great talker save in her outbursts, still kept up a spasmodic flow of low-toned remarks to him, whom of all men she held in highest veneration.
I thought from Ruan's mention of her you had neither of you heard." "Heard what?" "Why," said Carminow in rather a shocked voice, "about her illness." "No!..." exclaimed Ishmael and Killigrew in a breath; and Killigrew went on: "What illness? I can't imagine the Hilaria we used to know ill." "She's not the Hilaria we used to know, I'm afraid. You would hardly recognize her.
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