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A sort of vague trouble came into his face, and his wrinkled hands lying on his stick began to twitch nervously. 'Aye theer's a Manchester man been cramming Wigsons wi tales says he gets 'em out of a book 'bout a woman 'at walks t' Scout Easter Eve neet, an a lot o' ninny-hommer's talk. Yo niver heer now about it did yo, 'Lias? 'Yes, yo did, Mr.
He did what he could, said she would recover oh, yes, she would recover; but, of course, she could never be the same woman again. Her working days were done. A servant came over from Wigsons' to sit up with Reuben, Mrs. Wigson being too delicate to undertake it. The girl went to lie down first for an hour or two in the room across the landing, and he was left alone in the gaunt room with his wife.
'Now I know it wor t' Wigsons' cousin Em'ly went to Manchester; an she earned nine shillin a week nine shillin I tell yo, an found her own thread. Yo'll be takin ten shillin, yo say, nex year? an I'll be takin nine. That's nineteen shillin fur th' two on us. Isn't it nineteen shillin? she said peremptorily, seizing his arm with her long fingers. 'Well, I dessay it is, said David, reluctantly.
Dyson. I seed 'im gooin passt Wigsons' this afternoon. He's nowt he's common, he is. The thin scornful voice out of the dark grated on him intolerably. He bent forward and shut his ears tight with both his hands. To judge from the muffled sounds he heard, Louie went on talking for a while; but at last there had been silence for so long, that he took his hands away, thinking she must have gone.
David rolled himself round on his face, and took a look at the bluish patch on the heather. 'It hasna got naw name, he said, at a venture. 'Then yo're a stoopid, for it has, replied Louie, triumphantly. 'It's t' Mermaid Pool. Theer wor a Manchester mon at Wigsons' last week, telling aw maks o' tales.
To this remark David had nothing at all to say, though in general he had a keen neighbourly relish for the misdeeds of the Wigsons. Reuben did not know what to make of him. However, a mile further on he made another attempt: 'Lord, how those Yorkshire breeders did talk! Yo'd ha thowt they'd throw their jaws off the hinges.
That came simply from the fact that it was impossible for him to go on living in Kinder any longer he did not stop to analyse the whys and wherefores. But suddenly a nervous horror of seeing anyone he knew, now that the morning was advancing, startled him from his hiding-place. He ran up towards the Scout again, so as to make a long circuit round the Wigsons' farm.
The burden of his brother's children had dropped away from him, and in those strange inner colloquies of his he could look Sandy in the face again. Had Hannah discovered his flight, he wondered? Some one he was afraid, might have seen him and Louie at the station and told tales. He was not sure that one of the Wigsons had not been hanging about the station yard.
'Aye, they're a poor lot, returned David, shortly, and walked on as far in front of his uncle as might be, with his head in the air and his moody look fixed on the distance. 'T' Wigsons ull be late gettin whoam, began Reuben again, with an uneasy look at the boy. 'Owd Wigson wor that full up wi yell when I last seed him they'll ha a job to get him started straight this neet.
In another moment he was crying madly for help in the road outside. For long there was no answer only the distant roar of the Downfall and the sweep of the wind. Then a labourer, on the path leading to the Wigsons' farm, heard and ran up. An hour later a doctor had been got hold of, and Hannah was lying upstairs, tended by Mrs. Wigson and Reuben. 'A paralytic seizure, said the doctor to Reuben.
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