Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 26, 2025
Human life faded somewhat, even to the verge of unreality with her. Silence fell upon her, and a gravity of demeanor which was new to the beholders. Uncle Chirgwin and Mary were alike puzzled at this sign, and, misunderstanding the nature of the change, feared that the girl's spiritual development must be meeting unseen opposition.
The man rolled with loutish gait down the hill; the darkness gathered; the wind whistled through high hedges on the left; farmer Chirgwin made sounds of encouragement to his horse, which moved onward; and Joan thought with curious interest of those things that Billy Jago had said.
Tregenza fired up, for she resented any criticism on this subject other than her own. "An' why not, Polly Chirgwin? Who's a right to doubt it? Not you, I reckon, Ban't your plaace to judge a man as walks wi' God, like Moses done. If Michael edn' saved, then theer's no sawl saved 'pon land or sea. You talk a young maiden!
She looked first through the girl's little wooden trunk, the key of which was in the lock, but nothing save a childish treasure or two rewarded Mrs. Tregenza here. In a broken desk, which had belonged to her mother, Joan kept a few Christmas cards, and two silhouettes: one of Uncle Thomas, of Drift, one of Mary Chirgwin.
Then a thought came concerning Joan and he felt that, at all costs, he must speak to Mary again before she went out. Mr. Chirgwin waited quietly at the stair-foot until she came down. The turmoil was in her eyes still, but she spoke calmly and listened to him when he replied. "Doan't 'e say nuthin' to Joan, Uncle Thomas. I be gwaine to larn my duty, as is hidden from me. An' my duty I will do."
Her heart told her that Joan and her uncle alike erred in the supposition that the girl's seducer would ever return. She read the great gift of money as Thomasin had read it rightly; and the thought of living with Joan was at first horrible to her. Mr. Chirgwin talked and Mary reflected. Then she rose to leave the room.
If you'll awnly give your mind to the matter an' settle it, I'll go this evenin' to wan plaace or t'other an' see the diggers," said Mary. "Sancreed for sartain. Her'll be nearer to us, an' us can see wheer she be restin' 'pon Sundays. Sancreed's best an' fittest, for she was Chirgwin all.
"Was theer anything else as shawed anything 'bout en?" "No awnly a picksher of a ship he painted for her. I burned that tu; an' I'd a burned his money if I could. He painted her I knaw that much. She tawld us wan night a gert picksher near as large as life. He took it to Lunnon for a shaw, I s'pose." "I'd think of en no more if I was you, Joe," said Uncle Chirgwin.
Then he sat again and long remained motionless with his face buried in his hands. Meantime the old horse dragged Uncle Chirgwin and his niece away along the level road to Mousehole. Joan was wrapped in a tarpaulin and they proceeded silently a while under cold rains, which swept up from a leaden south over the sea.
Chirgwin found his opportunity and spoke. "I've heard you, an' it ban't human nachur to knuckle down dumb, so I be gwaine to speak, an' you can mind or not as you please." He flung his old hat upon the ground and walked without fear close beside the fisherman who towered above him. "God be with 'e, I sez, for you need En fine an' bad for sartain worse'n that poor 'mazed lamb shakin' theer.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking