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Mamma was not frightened. They couldn't have told her what it was really like. Papa's slippers shuffled in the passage. Mamma left off darning to listen as Catty had listened. On Greffington Edge. Roddy was looking like Mark, with his eyes very steady and his mouth firm and proud. His face was red as if he were angry. That was when he saw the tall man coming towards them down the hill road.
For the Vicar of Greffington had applied to the Additional Curates Aid Society for a grant on behalf of his afflicted brother, the Vicar of Garthdale, and he had applied in vain. There was a prejudice against the Vicar of Garthdale. But the Vicar of Greffington did not relax his efforts. He applied to young Mrs. Rowcliffe, and young Mrs. Rowcliffe applied to her step-mother, and not in vain.
Her questing youth conceived no more rapturous adventure than to follow the sheep over Karva, to set out at twilight and see the immense night come down on the high moors above Upthorne; to get up when Alice was asleep and slip out and watch the dawn turning from gray to rose, and from rose to gold above Greffington Edge.
A week ago she would have said it was impossible, she couldn't do it, for anybody, no matter how big or how celebrated he was. Why, after ten years it must be ten years she couldn't even bear to go past the house while other people were in it. She hated them, the people who took Greffington Hall for the summer holidays and the autumn shooting.
She remembered the evening at Greffington: Baxter's pinched mouth and his eyes sliding sideways to look at you. She knew now what Baxter had been thinking. The woman's look was the female of Baxter's. As if that could hurt you! "Mary, do you know you're growing younger every minute?" "I shall go on growing younger and younger till it's all over." "Till what's all over?" "This.
And when you had finished them there would be five more. It was unbelievable. "Why are you so nice to me? Why? Why?" "I think it must be because I like you, Mary." Utterly unbelievable. "Do you really like me?" "I liked you the first day I saw you. With your brother. On Greffington Edge." "I wonder why." She wondered what he was thinking, what, deep down inside him, he was really thinking.
She would struggle and break through out of some dream about Morfe and find herself in Ley Street, going to Five Elms. She would get past the corner and see the red brick gable end. Sometimes, when she came up to the gate, the house would turn into Greffington Hall.
It gave her the same subtle and mysterious joy that she had had on the night she and Rowcliffe walked together and saw the thorn-trees on Greffington Edge white under the hidden moon. The gray Farm-house was changed, for Jim Greatorex had got on. He had built himself another granary on the north side of the mistal. He built it long and low, of hewn stone, with a corrugated iron roof.
"We can't go," Roddy said. "Why not?" "Well " "Let's. He looked so nice, and he sounded as if he really wanted us." "He doesn't. He can't. You don't know what's happened." "Has anything happened?" "Yes. I don't want to tell you, but you'll have to know. It happened at the Sutcliffes'." "Who are the Sutcliffes?" "Greffington Hall. The people who own the whole ghastly place. We were dining there.
"I didn't mean what I said about Mamma. Morfe makes you say things. Soon it'll make you mean them. You wait." She was glad when he had left her. The cliffs of Greffington Edge were violet now.
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