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I can tell you that I've enjoyed myself far more here to-day than ever at the Court or the Rectory. Besides, Miss Godden, your position on Walland Marsh is very much better than ours. You're a great personage, you know." "Reckon folks talk about me," said Joanna proudly. "Maybe you've heard 'em." He nodded. "You've heard about me and Arthur Alce?" "I've heard some gossip." "Don't you believe it.
I hear the servants coming in." "Thank God," exclaimed Sir Harry, "now perhaps we shall get our food cooked. Martin's already had dinner, Lawrence he had it with Joanna Godden. Martin, I don't know that I like your having dinner with Joanna Godden. It marks you they'll talk about it at the Woolpack for weeks, and it'll probably end in your having to marry her to make her an honest woman."
Sometimes, as love became less of a drug and a bewilderment, her thoughts awoke, and she would be overwhelmed by an almost incredulous horror at herself. Could this be Joanna Godden, who had turned away her dairy-girl for loose behaviour, who had been so shocked at the adventures of her sister Ellen?
Indeed, with her plumes, her earrings, her necklace, her frills, though all were of the decent and respectable black, she faintly shocked the opinion of Walland Marsh, otherwise disposed in pity to be lenient to Joanna Godden and her ways. Owing to the absence of conversation, tea was not as long drawn-out as might have been expected from the appetites.
"Good evening, Miss Godden. I'm pleased to see you here. You're looking very well." His bold tricky eyes swept over her, and somehow she felt more gratified than by all the bulging glances of the other men. "I'm pleased to see you, too, Sir Harry. I hear you've joined the Club." "Surelye as a real farmer ought to say; and so has my son Martin he's going to do most of the work.
"Please don't think about it any more, Miss Godden," he said hurriedly. "I certainly should never presume to question anything you ever said or did to Mr. Pratt or anybody else. And, if you'll excuse me, I must go on I'm a farmer now, you know," with a ghastly attempt at a smile, "and I've plenty of business in the market." "Reckon you have," said Joanna, her voice suddenly falling flat.
The queer, low house, with its mixture of spaciousness and crookedness, its huge, sag-ceilinged rooms and narrow, twisting passages, was almost a personality to her now, one of the Godden family, the last of kin that had remained kind. Her activities were merciful in crowding what would otherwise have been a sorrowful period of emptiness and anxiety.
The joint parishes of Brodnyx and Pedlinge had made up their minds that Joanna Godden would now be compelled to marry Arthur Alce and settle down to mind her own business instead of what was obviously a man's; and here she was, still at large and her business more a man's than ever.
And I give, devise and bequeath the residue of my property, comprising the freehold farm of Little Ansdore, in the parish of Pedlinge, Sussex, with all lands and live and dead stock pertaining thereto to my daughter Joanna Mary Godden. And I appoint the said Joanna Mary Godden sole executrix of this my will."
He was not interested in her, and did not expect her to be interested in him; therefore it was with great surprise, not to say consternation, that one morning at New Romney Market he saw her bearing down upon him with the light of battle in her eye. "Good morning, Mr. Trevor." "Good morning, Miss Godden." "Fine weather." "Fine weather."
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