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"I've had more than I've eaten at one meal for nigh a month more than I've taken since that thing happened on the fell," answered Robbie, rising from the table, strapping his long coat tightly about him with his belt, and tying cords about the wide flanges of his big boots. "Mattha will sett thee on the road, Robbie," said Mrs. Branthwaite. "Nay, nay; I reckon, I'd be scarce welcome.
But now there was the rattle of a wagon on the lonnin. A moment later the door was thrown open, and Liza Branthwaite stood in the porch with Reuben Thwaite behind her. "Here's Robbie Anderson back home in Reuben's cart," said Liza, catching her breath. "Fetch him in," said Matthew. "Is he grown shy o' t'yance?" "That's mair nor my share, Mattha," said Reuben.
Neither would she leave it for his displeasure. When the girl reached the weaver's cottage and entered the sick-room, Mattha himself was sitting at the fireside, with a pipe, puffing the smoke up the chimney. Mrs. Branthwaite was bathing the sick man's head, from which the hair had been cut away. Liza was persuading herself that she was busy sewing at a new gown.
"Moreover, we should all do our best for the King," said the clergyman, "to bring such delinquents to justice." "Shaf!" cried Matthew Branthwaite from the other end of the table. The little knots of talkers had suddenly become silent. "Shaf!" repeated Matthew; "what did ye do yersel for the King in Oliver's days? Wilt thoo mak me tell thee?
"Dus'ta mind the fratch thoo telt me aboot atween Angus and auld Wilson?" said Reuben Thwaite to Matthew Branthwaite. "What quarrel was that?" asked Monsey. "Why, the last fratch of all, when Wilson gat the sneck posset frae Shoulthwaite," said Matthew. "I never heard of it," said the schoolmaster. "There's nowt much to hear.
Some offered such rude comfort as their sympathetic hearts but not too fecund intellects could devise, and as often as not it was sorry comfort enough. Some stood all but speechless, only gasping out at intervals, "Deary me." Others, again, seemed afflicted with what old Matthew Branthwaite called "doddering" and a fit of the "gapes."
"Good," said Darrell, with his rare, manly laugh. "Being shy myself, I like men who meet one half-way. I see that we shall be at our ease with each other." "And perhaps still more 'when I tell you that he is connected with an old Eton friend of ours, and deriving no great benefit from that connection; you remember poor Sidney Branthwaite?" "To be sure.
Matthew Branthwaite, Monsey Laman, and Reuben Thwaite were among the dozen or more dalesmen who left the procession at this point.
He was a' wizzent and savvorless. He begged ma a drink o' milk, but lang ere a cud cum tul him he was gane his gate like yan dazt-like." "Who could this be? It's not our man clearly. Who could it be, blacksmith?" The gentleman addressed had turned alternately white and red at the woman's description. There had flashed upon his brain the idea that little Lizzie Branthwaite had betrayed him.
Robbie was satisfied with this explanation, and did his best under the circumstances to rest content until nine o'clock with the harbor into which he had drifted. He succeeded more completely, perhaps, in this endeavor than might be expected, when the peril of his friends and his allegiance to Liza Branthwaite is taken into account.
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