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But Sylvia ran after him, and brought him back from the door. 'To think of thy going away, Kester, without either bit or drink; nay, come back wi' thee, and taste wine and cake.
All this made Sylvia the great centre of the faithful herdsman's affection; and Bella, who reminded him of what Sylvia was when first Kester knew her, only occupied the second place in his heart, although to the child he was much more demonstrative of his regard than to the mother.
As it was, he could only keep quiet until he had ascertained what was the legal peril overhanging the rioters, and how far his uncle had been recognized. Daniel went on puffing angrily. Kester sighed audibly, and then was sorry he had done so, and began to whistle. Bell, full of her new fear, yet desirous to bring all present into some kind of harmony, said,
A little farther off were the ewes with their new-dropped lambs, beyond that the great old thorn-tree with its round fresh clusters of buds, again beyond that there was a glimpse of the vast sunny rippling sea; but Sylvia knew well that Kester was looking at none of these things. She went up to him and touched his arm.
At length, all was arranged, and the key given over to Kester. As they passed out into the storm, Sylvia said to Hester, 'Thou's a real good wench. Thou's fitter to be about mother than me. I'm but a cross-patch at best, an' now it's like as if I was no good to nobody.
There was a newly-lighted fire in the unused grate; and Kester was in the kitchen, with his clogs off his feet, so as not to dirty the spotless floor, stirring here and there, and trying in his awkward way to make things look home-like and cheerful. He had brought in some wild daffodils which he had been to seek in the dawn, and he placed them in a jug on the dresser.
'And he comes and takes her a walk oftentimes, and he goes as slow as if he were quite an old man, to keep pace wi' Bella's steps. I often run upstairs and watch 'em out o' t' window; he doesn't care to have me with 'em, he's so fain t' have t' child all to hisself. 'She's a bonny un, for sure, said Kester; 'but not so pretty as thou was, Sylvie.
Give her time." Chavis, however, while he obeyed the suggestion about leaving the pony where it was, did not follow Kester's suggestion about waiting, but began to run up the slope toward the plateau, scrambling and muttering. And Kester, after a short instant of silent contemplation, followed him. Ruth no longer trembled.
The pretty story of the Countess Phillis, who mourned for her husband's absence so long, is a fable of old times; or rather say Earl Guy never wedded his wife, knowing that one she loved better than him was alive all the time she had believed him to be dead. A few days before that on which Philip arrived at Monkshaven, Kester had come to pay Sylvia a visit.
'Come and see me, was all she could say for crying: and Kester only nodded his head he could not speak a word. That very evening Kester came, humbly knocking at the kitchen-door. Phoebe opened it. He asked to see Sylvia. 'A know not if she'll see thee, said Phoebe. 'There's no makin' her out; sometimes she's for one thing, sometimes she's for another.
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