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She was quite content to feel that for the present she had escaped from an intolerable situation. The woman from whom Jeanne had taken the rooms, a Mrs. Caynsard, she had seen only once or twice.
That is why I came down here, if you want to know, Miss Caynsard. I came to escape from a man whom my stepmother was determined that I should marry, and whom I hated." The girl looked at her wonderingly. "It is a strange manner of living," she said, "when a girl is not to choose her own man."
Jeanne put down her book. "Good morning, Miss Caynsard!" she said. "Good morning, miss!" the girl answered awkwardly. "You have had a long walk!" Jeanne nodded. "I went so far," she said, "that I had to race the tide home, or I should have had to wade through the home creek." Kate nodded. "The tide do come sometimes," she said, "at a most awful pace.
She was waited upon most of the time by an exceedingly diminutive maid servant, very shy at first, but very talkative afterwards, in broad Norfolk dialect, when she had grown a little accustomed to this very unusual lodger. Now and then Kate Caynsard, the only daughter of the house, appeared, but for the most time she was away, sailing a fishing boat or looking after the little farm.
Only he had better remember this," he added, looking across at Engleton, "it will mean two lives now, and not one." Engleton rose to his feet slowly. "Who is she?" he asked, pointing to the girl. "I am Kate Caynsard, one of the village people here," she answered. "I heard you working to-night from outside. You heard me shout back?" He nodded. "Yes!" he said. "I know."
"Oh, it is beautiful to be here again!" Jeanne said. "Even though it hurts," she added, in a lower tone, "it is beautiful." A little boat came darting down the shallows. Kate Caynsard stood up and waved her hand. Jeanne waved back. A sudden flush of colour stained her cheeks. Her first impulse seemed to be to turn away.
"You have something on your mind, I think, Miss Caynsard," she said. "Can I help you? Do you wish to tell me about it?" The girl seemed to have made up her mind. She was standing quite close to Jeanne now, and she spoke without hesitation. "You remember the young lord," she said, "of whom there has been so much in the papers lately?
"But what on earth have you been doing?" he exclaimed. "Where have you been to get in a state like that?" Andrew's face was suddenly overcast. It did not please him to think of those last few hours. "I had to go out to bring a mad woman home," he said. "Kate Caynsard was out in her catboat a day like this. It was suicide if I hadn't reached her in time."
She scarcely knew what, or from what direction it might come. The song of the larks brought her no comfort. The familiar and beautiful places upon which she looked pleased her no more. She was glad when Kate Caynsard came out of the house and moved slowly towards her. Kate, too, showed some of the signs of the recent excitement.
"Why does Kate Caynsard treat her life as though it were of less value than the mackerel she lowers her line for? Do you know?" The younger man dropped his eyeglass and shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. "Since when," he demanded, "have I shown any inclination to play the village Lothario? Thick ankles and robust health have never appealed to me I prefer the sicklier graces of civilization."
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