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"Theer's a cupboard there," he said suddenly, raising his hand and pointing to the cupboard beside the fireplace. "Is't anythin' like the cupboard on th' stairs, John?" "Aye, 'tis!" said John, startled and staring. "Aye, 'tis, Muster Saunders!" Saunders rose. "Per'aps," he said slowly, "Mrs. Costrell will do us the favour ov lettin' us hexamine that 'ere cupboard?" He walked across to it.
Meanwhile, inside the Spotted Deer Bessie Costrell was treating her hangers-on. She had drunk one glass of gin and water it had made a beauty of her in the judgment of the tap-room, such a kindling had it given to her brown eyes and such a redness to her cheek. Bessie, in truth, had reached her moment of physical prime.
Saunders drew himself up, thrust his hands deep into his pockets, and cleared his throat. "Perhaps yer don' know I'm sartin sure yer don' know leastways I'm hinclined that way, as Mrs. Costrell" he made a polite inclination towards Bessie "'ave been makin' free with money fower five night a week at the Spotted Deer fower five night a week.
They greeted each other cordially and walked on together. Watson also was a member of the minister's flock. Mr. Drew felt suddenly moved to unburden himself. "That was Costrell's wife, Watson, wasn't it, poor thing?" "Aye, it wor Mrs. Costrell," said Watson in the tone of concern natural to the respectable husband and father. The minister sighed.
John Costrell reined in his horse, and the cart and gig came abreast. Granny Marrable spoke at once. Her voice was firm, but her face was pale and hard set. "I have been told strange news, my lady, but it must be true. It cannot be else." "It is true. Dr. Nash told you." "That is so. Our Dr. Nash." "But how much? Has he told you all?" "I will tell your ladyship."
An' I didn't know Sophy wor gone. Ah, well! it's not much, but it's 'andy it's 'andy." "Six shillin's a week!" said Watson, raising his eyebrows. "It's a nice bit o' money while it lassts, but I'd ha' thought Mrs. Costrell 'ad come into a deal more nor that." "Oh, but she's sich a one to spend, is Bessie!" said John, anxiously. "It's surprisin' 'ow the money runs.
Costrell, I call it splendid what John's done I do," 'ee says. "A labourer on fifteen shillins a week why it's an example to the country," 'ee says. "'Ee ought to be showed." John's face relaxed. The temper and obstinacy in the eyes began to yield to the weak complacency which was their more normal expression. There was silence for a minute or two.
But yer'll not blackguard me for nothin', I can tell yer. Now will yer jest oblige me by takin' yourselves off? I shall 'ave to clean up after yer" she pointed scornfully to the marks of their muddy boots on the floor "an' it's gettin' late." "One moment, Mrs. Costrell," said Saunders, gently rubbing his hands.
Dishevelled and hopeless misery spoke in his stained face, his straggling hair, his shirt burst open at the neck and showing his wrinkled throat. But he fixed his eyes passionately on Saunders, thirsting for every word. "Well, Mrs. Costrell," said Saunders, settling himself comfortably, "you'll be free to confess, won't yer, this is an oogly business a very oogly business?
'Ee wanted to see summat, 'ee said an' I dessay 'ee did. An' people began to taak. Last night theer wor a bit of a roompus, it seems, while Mrs. Costrell was a-payin' another o' them things, an' summat as was said come to my ears an' come to Watson's. An' me an' Watson 'ave been makin' inquiries an' Mr. Dawson wor obligin' enough to make me a small loan, 'ee wor.
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