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The sun and the moon looked at each other across the marsh, and midway between them, in the spell of their flushed, haunted glow, stood Socknersh, big and stooping, like some lonely beast of the earth and night.... A strange fear touched Joanna she tottered, and his arm came out to save her....
Socknersh apparently thought of them so profoundly that he was choked of utterance, but Joanna could tell that he was going to speak by the restless moving of his eyes under their strangely long dark lashes, and by the little husky sounds he made in his throat. She stood watching him with a smile on her face. "Well, Socknersh you were going to say ..."
"I didn't hang aräound, ma'am. 'Twas Socknersh töald me." "Socknersh had no business to tell you it's no concern of yours." Martha put her hand over her mouth to hide a grin, but Joanna could see it in her eyes and the dimples of her cheeks. A sudden anger seized her. "I won't have you gossiping with Socknersh, neither you keep away from my men.
Everyone would guess that something had happened to make her change her mind about him ... there would be some terrible talk at the Woolpack. And there was Socknersh himself, poor fellow the martyr of her impulses. She thrust her face deep into the pillow when she thought of him. She had given him as sharp a blow as his thick hide would ever let him suffer.
They certainly were, except when they dropped for a wink at a neighbour. Joanna waltzing with Socknersh to the trills of Mr.
It's well known around, in spite of what you say, that Socknersh is valiant with sheep no one can handle 'em as he can; at the shearing Harmer and his men were full of it how the ewes ud keep quiet for him as for nobody else and 'twas the same at the lambing.
"Ah, but then she's unaccountable set on young Socknersh. He lets her do what she likes with her sheep, and he's a stout figure of a man, too. Joanna Godden always was partial to stout-looking men." "But she'd never be such a fool as to git sweet on her looker." "Well, that's wot they're saying at the Woolpack." "The Woolpack!
Nothing happened to make her regret her choice. Socknersh proved, as she had expected, a humble, hard-working creature, who never disputed her orders, indeed who sometimes turned to her for direction and advice. Stimulated by his deference, she became even more of an oracle than she had hitherto professed.
Joanna was not listening to her she sat amazed and pale, her heart beating in heavy thuds of relief. Mixed with her happiness there was a little shame, for she saw that the mistake had arisen from her putting herself too realistically in Martha's place. Why had she jumped to the conclusion that the girl's lover was Socknersh?
Each time she looked she seemed to see the same thing, and each time she saw it, it was as if a fresh veil dropped over her eyes. At last, towards the end of the evening, she went up again to Socknersh. "Would you like me to dance this polka with you that's coming?" "Thank you, missus I'd be honoured, missus but I'm promised to Martha Tilden." "Martha!
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