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The circumstance of his child had long been accepted and understood. He exhausted his energy and patience in endeavours to maintain and advance the boy; and those justified in so doing lost no opportunity to urge on Sabina Dinnett the justice of his demand; but here nothing could change her.
In a lion-coloured overall and under a hat tied beneath her chin with a yellow handkerchief, Sally Groves pursued her task. Then came to her Sabina Dinnett and, ceasing not to spread her tow the while, Sally spoke serious words. "I asked Nancy Buckler to send you along when your machine stopped a minute. You won't be vexed with me if I say something, will you?" "Vexed with you, Sally?
She'll keep it to herself, and I had to tell her to show how serious it was for me. For anything less than that, she'd have taken his side against me. And now he'll find I've been to her, and that may oh, my God, why didn't I keep quiet a little longer, and trust him?" "You had every right to speak, when you found he was telling lies," said Mrs. Dinnett.
And who bulk big enough to arrest the eternal march, delay their own progress from light to darkness, or stay the eager young feet tramping outward of the dayspring to take their places in the day? Life moves so fast that many a man lives to see the dust thick on his own name in the scroll of merit and taste a regret that only reason can allay. Fate had denied Sabina Dinnett her brief apotheosis.
Dinnett is my present source of depression," he said. "All is going as it should go, I suppose. The young people are reconciled, and I have arranged that Sabina should be married from here a fortnight hence. Thus, as it were, I shield and protect her and support her against back-biting and evil tongues." "It is splendid of you." "Far from it. I am only doing the obvious. I care much for the girl.
Churchouse walked out to the gate with him, Sabina peeped out of the kitchen window which commanded the entrance, and her face was lighted with very genuine animation and interest. Mrs. Dinnett returned at midnight tearful, for the ancient woman at Chilcombe had died in her arms "at five after five," as she said. Mary Dinnett was an excitable and pessimistic person.
She wept with thankful heart and begged him to turn with her and tell Mrs. Dinnett himself. But that he would not do. "It will save time if I go on to Bridport and let Aunt Jenny hear about it. Of course the youngster is our affair and nobody need know about that. But we must be married in a jiffey and you must give notice at the mill to-day. Go back now and tell Best."
"A great responsibility for one so young; but he will rise to it." "D'you mean his brother, or the Mill?" "Both," answered Ernest Churchouse. "Both." Mrs. Dinnett came down the garden. "The mourning coach is at the door," she said. "Daniel insisted that we went home in a mourning coach," explained Miss Ironsyde. "He felt the funeral was not ended until we returned home.
Sabina Dinnett came to see me on Sunday afternoon and I trust with all my heart she told me what wasn't true." He felt a sudden gleam of hope and she saw it. "Don't let any cheerful feeling betray you; this is far from a cheerful subject for any of us. But again, I say, I hope that Sabina Dinnett has come to wrong conclusions. What she said was this.
Dinnett rambled through her disastrous recital, declared that for her own part, she had already accepted the horror of it and was prepared to face the worst that could happen, and went so far as to predict what Ernest himself would probably do, now that the scandal had reached his ears. She was distraught and for the moment appeared almost to revel in the accumulated horrors of the situation.
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