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Jenny Rusker, who was half dead with fear of an exposé of her part in this unlucky love-affair, was additionally prostrated by the dire reversal of all her hopes by Samson Mountain's ultimatum. Mrs. Mountain, with the aid of a female servant, supported Julia upstairs, and Samson smoked on stolidly, taking no note whatever of the visitor's presence.
'You ought to know as you're safe wi' me, Rufus, said Mrs. Rusker. 'Who should I tell? Why, I should tell o' myself tew, at that raate; an' is that likely? 'It's dangerous, missus, repeated the wizard. 'Well, if yo' won't, I must try them as wull, said Mrs. Jenny, rising and taking up the coins. 'I didn't say as I wouldn't, returned Rufus.
'But you will tell Julia that I am here, won't you? It's the last time, for ever so long. 'I'll tell her, said Mrs. Rusker. 'But don't stay here; goo down to the Five Ash. Mr. Mountain's gone to Burmungem, an' he'll come across this way when he comes back. You must tek a bit o' care, Dick, for the gell's sake. 'I'll take care, dear. It's good-bye this time, Aunt.
Rusker knew how ghastly white the face of the poor child she loved as her own might look in that roseate glow. Presently a thin line of smoke curled from a chimney on the noiseless air. The farm was waking to its daily round of life. A burly figure on horseback came towards her as she stood on a little eminence.
What brings you here, of all places in the world? 'Can't you guess? asked Dick. He was tall and broad-shouldered now, an admirable fulfilment of the physical promise of his boyhood, and far overtopped Mrs. Rusker. 'It isn't for the first time. 'I feared not, said the old woman. 'You was allays main venturesome. 'It will be for the last, for some time, Aunt Jenny.
Rusker mournfully repeated as she gazed on it 'For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo'; and as she spoke the words an inspiration flashed into her mind. She had her plan. The new-born idea so possessed her that she could not sit or rest.
Mother and daughter exchanged glances. 'It must be a queer sort o' trouble, then, said Mrs. Mountain; 'an' you might tell me what it is afore you say that, Mrs. Rusker, arter all these 'ears as we'n knowed each other. 'Well, if you must know, I've jist sin young Reddy, i' the road, jist outside the Five Ash. Julia's hand was on her shoulder as she spoke, and she felt the soft touch tremble.
Jenny, more than half wishing the whole business had never been begun, sat and listened to her breathing. She stirred and sighed once or twice, but after a while lay so utterly still that the old lady ventured to approach the bed. Julia's face was almost as white as her pillow, and her breath was so light that it hardly stirred the coverlet above her bosom. 'It's a-workin, said Mrs. Rusker. Mrs.
The manner of their surrendering their common courtship was characteristic of their common hatred. Somewhere about the beginning of this century a certain Miss Jenny Rusker, of Castle Barfield, was surrounded by quite a swarm of lovers. What this lady's heart forged that her mouth did vent, but no pretty young woman ever looked or sounded foolish to the eyes or ears of her lovers.
He took the beast to the stable, delivered him into the care of a servant, and made straight for the parlour, where his wife and Mrs. Rusker were seated at an early supper. 'You're back early, Sam, said the former, rising to draw an additional chair to the table. 'Wilt have some tay, or shall Liza draw you a jug o' beer? Samson returned no answer, either to this or to Mrs. Rusker's greeting.
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