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"By that time I may have thought of words to thank your Honour." She curtsied again. "Manasseh!" Captain Vyell pointed to the door. The negro opened it and stood aside majestically as she passed out and was gone. Let moralists perpend. Ruth Josselin had knocked at that door after a sharp struggle between conscience and crying want.
Afterwards you shall get me something to eat; and while you are dishing it dear mother, you were always briskest about the fireplace we will talk in the old style." "Surely, surely." Mrs. Josselin seated herself on the block-stool. "You remember the promise? In three years and yesterday the three years were up I was to come back and report myself." "Is it three years, now? Time do slip away!"
"If you as the garrison of Ploermel march upon the garrison of Josselin, then it is very plain that we have broken the truce and upon our heads be it.
"No doubt the woman outside has treated you badly; but I can't intercede for you, to keep you a drudge here among the saucepans; no, upon my conscience, I can't. The fact is, Ruth Josselin, you have the makings of a beauty, and I'll be no party to spoiling 'em. What is more, it seems you have spirit, and no woman with beauty and spirit need fail to win her game in this world. That's my creed."
Mr. Trask turned and went his way up the alley, across which the sun made level rays of flame. The Collector sat in thought. He turned his head, surprised by the sound of a sob. A small child had drawn near a toddle of four, trailing her wooden doll with its head in the dust and stood a few paces in front of Ruth Josselin, round-eyed, finger at mouth. "Steady, my girl. . . . Steady!"
Josselin, who had travelled much hereabout, had told him that the Indians did practise witchcraft, and that, now they were beaten in war, he feared they would betake themselves to it, and so do by their devilish wisdom what they could not do by force; and verily this did look much like the beginning of their enchantments.
"But Miss Josselin has not drunk it yet! Langton monopolises her. Miss Josselin! What has Miss Josselin to say?" The cry was taken up. "Miss Josselin! Miss Josselin!" Batty Langton arose, glass in hand. "Is it a toast, gentlemen?" He glanced at Sir Oliver, who sat sombre, not lifting his eyes.
"In return you shall accept from me a decent pension enough, at any rate, to fend off want. We will not quarrel over the amount, up or down. Or, if you prefer, I will get the lawyers to look into this claim of your daughter-in-law's, and maybe make you an offer for it." "Ah!" repeated Old Josselin, and nodded. "Taken your eye, has she? Oh, I'm not blamin' your lordship!
"Somebody can tell us. . . . That Mr. Silk, for instance." "Ah, you too think of him?" "As a clergyman and to some extent a boon companion of Oliver's he would be likely to know " " And to tell? You are quite right, mamma: I have asked him." Ruth Josselin came down from the mountain to the stream-side, where, by a hickory bush under a knoll, her mare Madcap stood at tether.
It's hard to starve and be decent too, and times enough I've been sorry for it; but decent we are." The Collector frowned. "Mr. Josselin," he answered, "I am offering you to take your granddaughter away and have her educated.
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