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An' there'll be no expense at all for I tell ye just the truth I've grown to like ye that well that I'll carve ye the pruttiest little tombstone ye ever seed for nothin'!" Helmsley smiled. "Well, I shan't be able to thank you then, Mr. Twitt, so I thank you now," he said. "You know a good deed is always rewarded, if not in this world, then in the next."
And Helmsley, left alone for those few moments, presently mastered the strong emotion which made him long to tell his true history to the two sincere souls who, out of his whole life's experience, had alone proved themselves faithful to the spirit of a friendship wherein the claims of cash had no part.
Helmsley stood listening, lost in meditation. To anyone who could have seen him then, a bent frail figure just within the cottage door, with his white hair, white beard, and general appearance of gentle and resigned old age, he would have seemed nothing more than a venerable peasant, quietly satisfied with his simple surroundings, and as far apart from every association of wealth, as the daisy in the grass is from the star in the sky.
The humanity of to-day is infinitely more complex than it was in the days of Scott or Dickens, but there's no Scott or Dickens to epitomise its character or delineate its temperament. I want to be the twentieth century Scott and Dickens rolled into one stupendous literary Titan!" His mellow laughter was hearty and robust. Helmsley caught its infection and laughed too.
Sometimes they persuaded Helmsley to accompany them on some of their shorter rambles, but he was not strong enough to walk far, and he often left them half-way up the "coombe," returning to the cottage alone.
'Keep your gold, and never mind your face, she seems to say 'I'll take care of that! And she does take care of it! O Lord! The only millionaire I ever saw in my life was ugly enough to frighten a baby into convulsions!" "What was his name?" asked Helmsley. "Well, it wouldn't be fair to tell his name now, after what I've said!" laughed Reay "Besides, he lives in America, thank God!
More than that, I've wished it had pleased God to send me a husband and children I should have dearly liked to hold a baby in my arms, and soothe its little cries, and make it grow up to be happy and good, and a blessing to every one. Some women don't care for children but I should have loved mine!" She paused a moment, and Helmsley took her hand, and silently pressed it in his own.
The girl was sitting in a shady corner of the drawing-room holding a feather fan before her face, when she introduced what had hitherto been, at Helmsley Court, a forbidden topic the history of the Brands. "Papa," she said, quietly, "did you never know anything of the Red House people?" Lady Caroline glanced at her husband. Mr. Adair seemed to find it difficult to reply.
For they never separated 'em, death 'ad locked 'em up too fast together for that. An' they're sleepin' peaceful, an' there they'll sleep till till 'the sea gives up its dead." Helmsley could not speak, he was too deeply moved. The sound of the in-coming tide grew fuller and more sonorous, and Twitt presently turned to look critically at the heaving waters.
David Helmsley, sitting apart in the shadow, could not take his eyes off the gypsy's face and figure, a kind of fascination impelled him to watch with strained attention the dark shape, moulded with such herculean symmetry, which seemed to command and subdue the very air that gave it force and sustenance.
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