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Updated: May 16, 2025
"You must be a painter, I guess, Sir," said the hostler, with a grin of intelligence. "Why?" asked Balfour, sharply. "What makes you think that?" "Well, Sir," returned the man, apologetically, "I mean no offense; but it is always the gentlemen-painters or, at least, so they say at Gethin, and I wish more of 'em came here as is so free with their money, and so fond of the moon."
See the new bows on my shoes, see the new caddis on my petticoat, and above all, Tudor, see my beautiful necklace! Come, lad, let's have a dance, for Gethin's come home," and she began to imitate as well as she could the dance which Gethin had executed, with such fatal consequences to her heart, at the Garthowen cynos.
"Let me loosen the clasp for thee," said Gethin; but Morva, remembering the touch of the brown fingers, quickly reached the door. "No no, I must show them to mother." "Hast thanked Gethin, lass?" said the old man. "Not much, indeed," she answered, turning back at the door, "but I thank thee, Gethin, for remembering me," and, half-playfully and half-seriously, she made him a little bob curtsey.
Of course he had known people who went to church young men of his own age, whom their parents compelled to do so, and who envied him the liberty he enjoyed in that respect; and the poor folks at Gethin went to chapel. But, even, there, shrewd fellows like Trevethick and Solomon did not trouble themselves to do so. True, Harry went!
I would have said, 'Love me, Morva, more than all the others at Garthowen; love me more than all the world beside; love me as I love thee, girl! Nothing less will satisfy me; no riches, no worldly goods, no joy, no happiness will be of any account to me if I have not all thy love." "Stop, Gethin, stop," said Morva, turning away.
"Well, what'll I say to Nani Graig?" said Gethin. "Oh, poor mother, my love, and tell her if it wasn't for my boy Tom I'd soon be home with her again, for I'll never live with John Parry when my boy is gone." "He's not going for many a long year," said Gethin, slapping the boy on the back, his more sensitive nature shrinking from such plain speaking.
Richard's energy fairly overpowered the phlegmatic inn-keeper, whose conscience, perhaps, also smote him with respect to his missing master; and he set about the execution of these orders promptly. Wheal Danes, he had truly hinted, was a very unpopular spot with its neighbors after nightfall; but, on the other hand, sovereigns were rare in Gethin, and greatly prized.
He had met an Abersethin man in the town, who had promised to bring his luggage home in his cart next day, and had supplemented the promise by the information that on this particular evening, Ebben Owens would be turned out from the Penmorien Sciet. "Jâr-i! it's time for me to start, then," said Gethin; "will I be there in time, d'ye think?" "Yes, if you walk sharp; but what will you do?
There came a stir in the far hall, a long-drawn yawn; and at the sound the girl whispered fiercely: "Well, it's a bargain; give them fair warning and I'll I'll do give you your will. Yes, I swear it by the dear Saint David. Quick! let me go no, not now! Tad, I command you, I I Quick! that's Garm's voice; let me go." "Llyn Gethin! a word in your ear before we ride on."
"Canst sleep on the settle, Gethin?" asked the old woman, "for I have no bed for thee. I will spread quilts and pillows on it." Gethen laughed boisterously. "Quilts and pillows, indeed, for a man who has slept on the hard deck, on the bare ground, on a coil of ropes; and once on a floating spar, when I thought sleep was death, and welcomed it too."
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