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I know," said Cardo; "the mill in the valley?" "No, round the next shore, and up to the top of the cliff is our house." "Traeth Berwen? That is where I live!" "Well, indeed!" "Yes, I am Caradoc Wynne, and I live at Brynderyn." "Oh! are you Cardo Wynne? I have heard plenty about you, and about your father, the 'Vicare du." "Ah! poor old dad!
Valmai nodded playfully to Cardo and his friend as they drew near, and, taking Corwen's soft, white ear, drew her towards them with many endearing terms. "Come then, my queen, dere di, come along, then, and show your beautiful brown eyes, and your pretty white curls. Here we are, Mr.
I daresay you have not heard much good of him; the people do not understand him." "Well, indeed, the worst I have heard of him is that he is not very kind to you; that he is making you to work on the farm, when you ought to be a gentleman." "That is not true," said Cardo, flushing in the darkness; "it is my wish to be a farmer; I like it better than any other work; it is my own free choice.
"Not much fault to be found with him! How can I spare him? But he must go he must go." Meanwhile Cardo, no longer with his hands in his pockets, stood in the swede field directing Shoni and Dye, and not only directing, but often taking his share in the weeding or hoeing. He was full of interest in the farming operations, which, in truth, were thoroughly congenial to his tastes.
"Ah, indeed, that's a pity!" and she took the first opportunity of joining her friend, and telling her of her discovery. Cardo continued to look out to sea. No, bad enough to leave Valmai, but "little ones"? Would that time ever come? and as he pondered, a fresh idea seemed to strike him.
"Nellie," a sweet-looking lady with a brunette's face, which retained much of the beauty of youth, although she had now attained to middle age, was as hearty as her husband in her greeting. "So glad to see you you are just in time for dinner; for a wonder Lewis is punctual today." She shook hands with Cardo, and placed a chair for him at the well-filled table.
"I must forbid any more excitement for the present," said the doctor; "let us go in to dinner." And as they gathered round the table, Cardo took his seat next to his uncle, with more cheerfulness and alacrity than usual. The thread of memory, once awakened, never wholly slept again.
Cardo, ruthlessly striding through the dew-bespangled gossamer of the turnip field, heard with pleasure from Dye that the adjoining field, which sloped down to the valley, had been fixed upon for the holding of the Sassiwn.
"I hope so," said Cardo, "and I am glad to think that the provision we have made for him has taken the sting out of his brother's 'will." And he went homewards as broad-shouldered and as handsome as ever, but not whistling or humming as was his wont.
Wynne's gentle suggestions, made every endeavour to elicit further information from Cardo, but in vain. He had fallen again into an apparently unconscious and deadened stupor. "Sunstroke, did you say? are you sure of that, Belton?" "Not at all," said the doctor; "in fact, I have had serious doubts of it lately, and to-day's experience decides me. I will have a thorough examination of his skull."
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