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Updated: May 11, 2025
Cartaret, "you had better go to bed." Alice went, raising her white arms and rubbing her eyes along the backs of her hands, like a child dropping with sleep. One after another, they rose and followed her. At the half-landing five steep steps in a recess of the wall led aside to the door of Essy's bedroom. There Gwenda stopped and listened. A sound of stifled crying came from the room.
"There, there, Assy, loove," she said. "Doan' tha taake on thot road. It's doon, an' it caann't be oondoon." She stood there in a heavy silence. Now and again she patted the heaving shoulder, marking time to Essy's sobs. Then she spoke. "Tha'll feel batter whan t' lil baaby cooms." Profoundly disturbed and resentful of her own emotion Mrs. Essy, staggering, rose and dried her eyes.
And the innocence of her face being gone, she went lowly and humbly, paying for Essy, Essy's debt of shame. That was her view. "Sall I set the tae here, Miss Gwanda," she enquired. "Sence doctor isn't coomin'?" "How do you know he isn't coming?" Alice asked. Mrs. Gale's face was solemn and oppressed. She turned to Gwenda, ignoring Alice. "'Aven't yo 'eerd, Miss Gwanda?"
You know perfectly well what a beastly shame it is." That roused him. "You seem to think no more of Essy's sin than Essy does." "How do you know what Essy thinks? How do I know? It isn't any business of ours what Essy thinks. It's what we do. I'd rather do what Essy's done, any day, than do mean or cruel things. Wouldn't you?" The Vicar raised his eyebrows and his shoulders.
She tore out of the cupboard a teapot, a cup and a saucer, a loaf on a plate and a jar of dripping. Mrs. Gale sat down herself in the chair facing her, and kept one eye on the kettle and the other on her daughter. From time to time mutterings came from her, breaking the sad rhythm of Essy's sobs. "Eh dear! I'd like t' knaw what I've doon t' ave this trooble!"
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