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Updated: June 16, 2025
Sitting alone over his fire in the long winter evenings, the scenes of his past life rose before him; his childhood; his aunt Robson's care of him; his first going to Foster's shop in Monkshaven; Haytersbank Farm, and the spelling lessons in the bright warm kitchen there; Kinraid's appearance; the miserable night of the Corneys' party; the farewell he had witnessed on Monkshaven sands; the press-gang, and all the long consequences of that act of concealment; poor Daniel Robson's trial and execution; his own marriage; his child's birth; and then he came to that last day at Monkshaven: and he went over and over again the torturing details, the looks of contempt and anger, the words of loathing indignation, till he almost brought himself, out of his extreme sympathy with Sylvia, to believe that he was indeed the wretch she had considered him to be.
But in spite of his half-promise, nay against his natural inclination, Philip was lured to the Corneys' by the thought of meeting Sylvia, of watching her and exulting in her superiority in pretty looks and ways to all the other girls likely to be assembled. So in the interval before New Year's Eve, he silently revelled as much as any young girl in the anticipation of the happy coming time.
He kept seeing the Corneys' kitchen and the scenes that had taken place in it, passing like a pageant before his closed eyes. Then he opened them in angry weariness at the recurring vision, and tried to make out the outlines of the room and the furniture in the darkness. When he recollected all that had happened the night before, it impressed him much more favourably than it had done at the time.
Coulson is i' t' shop, but he'll not notice thee like Phoebe. By-and-by Kester came back. It seemed as though Sylvia had never stirred; she looked eagerly at him, but did not speak. 'He went away i' Rob Mason's mail-cart, him as tak's t' letters to Hartlepool. Corneys has been theere askin' for him, an' makin' a piece o' work, as he niver went near em; and they bees cousins.
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