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Brunt's worn eyes began already to gleam and sparkle. "Yis, I recolleck very well, Mrs. Jellison. She wor Mercy Moss, an' a goodish deal of trouble you'd use to get me into wi' Mercy Moss, all along o' your tricks." Mrs. Jellison, still with folded arms, began to rock herself gently up and down as though to stimulate memory.
Jellison looked at her askance with her old wild eyes as Marcella came up with her. "Oh, she's puddlin' along," she said in answer to Marcella's inquiry, using a word very familiar in the village. "She'll not do herself a mischief while there's Nurse Ellen an' me to watch her like a pair o' cats. She's dreadful upset, is Isabella shouldn't ha' thought it of her.
They'll best 'im. Lor' bless yer, they'll best 'im. I was a-sayin' it to Isabella this afternoon ee'll not save 'is neck, don't you be afeared." Marcella drew herself up with a shiver of repulsion. "Will it mend your daughter's grief to see another woman's heart broken? Don't you suppose it might bring her some comfort, Mrs. Jellison, if she were to try and forgive that poor wretch?
"Well, I taught them the plaitin', miss, and as much readin' and writin' as I knew myself. It wasn't as high as it is now, you see, miss," and a delicate flush dawned on the old cheek as Mrs. Patton threw a glance round her companions as though appealing to them not to tell stories of her. But Mrs. Jellison was implacable.
"Poor old Patton, he do get slow on his legs, don't you, Patton? But there, there's no helping it when you're turned of eighty." And she turned upon him a bright, philosophic eye, being herself a young thing not much over seventy, and energetic accordingly. Mrs. Jellison passed for the village wit, and was at least talkative and excitable beyond her fellows.
Jellison watch her. She seems to care nothing about her boy. Everything that that woman most desired in life has been struck from her at a blow. Why?
She has never been in her right mind since. But she is quite harmless and quiet." They found Mrs. Jellison on one side of the fire, with her daughter on the other, and the little six-year-old Johnnie playing between them. Mrs. Jellison was straw-plaiting, twisting the straws with amazing rapidity, her fingers stained with red from the dye of them. Isabella was, as usual, doing nothing.
He had rarely, however, physical energy enough to bring any emotion even of mere worry at his physical ills to the birth. The pathetic silence of age enwrapped him more and more. Still he could gibe the women sometimes, especially Mrs. Jellison, who was in general too clever for her company. "Oh, you may talk, Patton!" said Mrs. Jellison, with a little flash of excitement.
Jellison put on her spectacles apparently that she might hear the better, pushed away her dinner in spite of her visitors' civilities, and listened with a bright and beady eye. "An' yer agoin' to pay me one a sixpence a score, where I now gets ninepence. And I'll not have to tramp it into town no more you'll send a man round. And who is agoin' to pay me, miss, if you'll excuse me asking?"
She might remember that her husband gave him provocation, and that anyway, if his life is spared, his punishment and their misery will be heavy enough!" "Oh, lor' no!" said Mrs. Jellison, composedly. "She don't want to be forgivin' of 'im. Mr. Harden ee come talkin' to 'er, but she isn't one o' that sort, isn't Isabella.
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