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Niver, she added, with bitterness, as the words he had used recurred to her mind. 'It's in me to hate thee now, for saying what thou did; but thou're dear old Kester after all, and I can't help mysel', I mun needs forgive thee, and she went towards him. He took her little head between his horny hands and kissed it. She looked up with tears in her eyes, saying softly,
'Thou're wanted sore. Come along. 'Oh! dear God! my child! cried Sylvia, clutching at the chair near her; but recovering her eddying senses with the strong fact before her that whatever the terror was, she was needed to combat it. 'Ay; thy child! said Kester, taking her almost roughly by the arm, and drawing her away with him out through the open doors on to the quay-side.
'There thou're out; he's in for letting yon men out; thou may call it rioting if thou's a mind to set folks again' him, but it's too bad to cast such hard words at him as yon felony, she repeated, in a half-offended tone. 'It's what the lawyers call it, said Philip, sadly; 'it's no word o' mine.
Niver, she added, with bitterness, as the words he had used recurred to her mind. 'It's in me to hate thee now, for saying what thou did; but thou're dear old Kester after all, and I can't help mysel', I mun needs forgive thee, and she went towards him. He took her little head between his horny hands and kissed it. She looked up with tears in her eyes, saying softly,
'There thou're out; he's in for letting yon men out; thou may call it rioting if thou's a mind to set folks again' him, but it's too bad to cast such hard words at him as yon felony, she repeated, in a half-offended tone. 'It's what the lawyers call it, said Philip, sadly; 'it's no word o' mine.
'Thou're wanted sore. Come along. 'Oh! dear God! my child! cried Sylvia, clutching at the chair near her; but recovering her eddying senses with the strong fact before her that whatever the terror was, she was needed to combat it. 'Ay; thy child! said Kester, taking her almost roughly by the arm, and drawing her away with him out through the open doors on to the quay-side.
'Sylvie, if thou're not a good wife to him, it'll just break my heart outright. A woman should obey her husband, and not go her own gait. I never leave the house wi'out telling father, and getting his leave.
'Life, said she, putting down her hands, and looking at him as if her looks could pierce his soul; 'who talks o' touching his life? Thou're going crazy, Philip, I think; but she did not think so, although she would fain have believed it.
'Life, said she, putting down her hands, and looking at him as if her looks could pierce his soul; 'who talks o' touching his life? Thou're going crazy, Philip, I think; but she did not think so, although she would fain have believed it.
'Sylvie, if thou're not a good wife to him, it'll just break my heart outright. A woman should obey her husband, and not go her own gait. I never leave the house wi'out telling father, and getting his leave.
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