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You might call Isaac rather a fool, what with his religion, and 'extempry prayin, an that, but all the same Bolderfield thought of him with a kind of uneasy awe. If ever there was a man secure of the next world it was Isaac Costrell.
Whatever she thought, her words were clear and free from trepidation, and John Costrell repeated them after her, making them the equivalent of printed instructions. "If yow are ba-adly wanted, Granny, I'm to coom for ye with ne'er a minute's loss o' time. That wull I. And for what I be to tell the missus, I bean't to say owt." No that would not do!
Bessie was always very civil to him he chuckled again and if anything had to be done with it, while he was five miles off at Frampton on a job of work that had been offered him, he didn't know but he'd as soon trust Isaac Costrell and Bessie as anybody else.
But was it any wonder that she did not, and that her granddaughter had to undress her and put her to bed like a tired child? The last sound of which she was conscious was the voice of Harry Costrell, returning after a long and futile chase, immensely excited and pleased, and quite ready to submit to any sort of fragmentary supper. Then deep, deep sleep.
Except perhaps in the case of Bessie Costrell, I was never more possessed by a subject, more shut in by it from the outer world. And, though its contemporary success was nothing like so great as that of most of my other books, the response it evoked, as my letters show, in those to whom the book appealed, was deep and passionate.
Which was it to be Saunders, after all or the savings bank or Bessie? He was cording up his various possessions a medley lot in different parcels and bundles when Bessie Costrell knocked at the door. She had already offered to stow away anything he might like to leave with her. "Well, I thought you'd be busy," she said as she walked in, "an' I came up to lend a hand.
Now, will yer let us ask yer a question or two?" "I dessay," said Bessie, polishing her cup. "Well, then to begin reg'lar, Mrs. Costrell yo' agree, don't yer, as Muster Bolderfield put his money in your upstairs cupboard?" "I agree as he put his box there" said Bessie, sharply. John broke into inarticulate and abusive clamour. Bessie turned upon him.
Then he slowly descended the stairs, carrying the box, his great weight making the house shake. He entered the kitchen first, John behind him. But at the same moment that they appeared the outer door opened, and Isaac Costrell, preceded by a gust of snow, stood on the threshold. "Why, John!" he cried, in amazement "an' Saunders!" He looked at them, then at Mary Anne, then at his wife.
Now, will yer let us ask yer a question or two? 'I dessay, said Bessie, polishing her cup. 'Well, then to begin reg'lar, Mrs. Costrell yo agree, don't yer, as Muster Bolderfield put his money in your upstairs cupboard? 'I agree as he put his box there, said Bessie sharply. John broke into inarticulate and abusive clamour. Bessie turned upon him.
Her involuntary cry startled the men above. "All right, Mrs. Costrell," said Saunders, briskly "all right. We'll be down directly." She came back into the kitchen, a mist before her eyes, and fell heavily on a chair by the fire. Mary Anne approached her, only to be pushed back. The widow stood listening, in an agony. It took Saunders a minute or two to complete his case.
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