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I didn't take advantage of you very much, did I? he asked. 'You want to stay? 'No, I didna want to come till you made me. You got the better of me. But maybe you couldna help it. Maybe you were druv to it. 'Who by? he asked, with an attempt at flippancy. Hazel's eyes were dark and haunted. 'Summat strong and drodsome, as drives us all, she said.
They climbed round the larger heaps and skirted a precipitous place. 'I canna bear this place, said Hazel; 'it's so drodsome. 'Awhile since, afore you were born, a cow fell down that there place, hundreds of feet. 'Did they save her? 'Laws, no! She was all of a jelly. Hazel broke out with sudden passionate crying. 'Oh, dunna, dunna! she sobbed.
'Oh! shut thy row with that drodsome thing! said Hazel with sudden passion. 'Look'ee! I unna bide in if you go on. 'Ur? queried Abel dreamily. 'Play summat else! said Hazel, 'not that; I dunna like it. 'You be a queer girl, 'Azel, said Abel, coming out of his abstraction. 'But I dunna mind playing "Why do the People?" instead; it's just as heartening.
His hands were full of cabbage which he had been taking to the rabbit. 'What is it, little one? 'These here! 'The graves? 'Ah. They'm so drodsome. Edward pointed to a laburnum-tree which had rent a tomb, and now waved above it. 'See, he said. 'Out of the grave and gate of death 'Ah! But her as went in hanna come out. On'y a new tree. I'll be bound she wanted to come out.
This picture reminded her of it. She hastily looked at the others. She liked the one with sheep in it best, only the artist had made them like bolsters, and given the shepherd saucer eyes. Then she came to one of the Crucifixion, a subject on which the artist had lavished all the slumbering instincts of torture that are in so many people. 'Oh! what a drodsome un!
'No, it inna, Mrs. Marston. It's drodsome. 'If I could start very early, Mrs. Marston went on, 'please God I'd go with you. For you always go while Edward is visiting, and it's lonely for you. Hazel fled down the batch that morning, and back up a shadowed ride to Reddin. 'You munna come never no more, Mr. Reddin! she cried. 'The old lady's coming to-morrow-day, her says. Reddin swore.
The path led steeply in a zigzag down one side of the quarry cliff, where Abel had told Hazel of the cow falling, and where she had felt drodsome. Once more as she came down with a more and more lagging step, the same horror came over her. 'I'm frit! she cried; 'canna we be quick? But speed was not in Mrs. Marston. She came clinging to Edward's arm, very cautiously, like a cat on ice.
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