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And I dunnot think as he'd ha' gone and married another woman so soon, if he'd been i' Kinraid's place. 'An' yo've niver heared on Philip sin' he left? asked Kester, after a while. 'Niver; nought but what she told me. And she said that t' captain made inquiry for him right and left, as soon after that happened as might be, and could hear niver a word about him.
Poor Philip! and he was spending all his own, and more than all his own money, and no one ever knew it, as he had bound down his friendly bankers to secrecy. Once only Kester ventured to speak to Sylvia on the subject of Philip.
But she heard Kester's words well enough, and so he saw, although she made this excuse not to reply. But Kester was not to be put off. 'Folks is talkin' about thee and him; thou'll ha' to mind lest thee and him gets yo'r names coupled together. 'It's right down cruel on folks, then, said she, crimsoning from some emotion.
A'd ha' liked to ha' set her agait wi' a 'sponsible lodger afore a'd ha' left, for she's just so soft-hearted, any scamp may put upon her if he nobbut gets houd on her blind side. 'Can I help her? said Sylvia, in her eager way. 'I should be so glad; and I've a deal of money by me 'Nay, my lass, said Kester, 'thou munnot go off so fast; it were just what I were feared on i' tellin' thee.
Kester, poor old man, was sobbing bitterly; but she not at all. Then Hester bore her child to her, and Sylvia opened wide her miserable eyes, and only stared, as if all sense was gone from her. But Bella suddenly rousing up at the sight of the poor, scarred, peaceful face, cried out, 'Poor man who was so hungry. Is he not hungry now? 'No, said Hester, softly.
"Did he give thee a hazelin' for bidin' out so late?" asked Kester, with a wealth of personal experience to draw upon. Grannie was somewhat taken aback by the pertinent question, but she was too clever to give herself away. "What's that thou says about a hazelin', Kester? Look at t' clock. It's time thou was gettin' alang home, or mebbe there will be a hazelin' for thee." The Potato and the Pig
The frosty air was mellowed by the warm and odorous breath of the cattle breath that hung about the place in faint misty clouds. There was only a dim light; such as it was, it was not dearly defined against the dark heavy shadow in which the old black rafters and manger and partitions were enveloped. As Charley came to the door, Kester was saying, 'Quiet wi' thee, wench!
'She bid me come and see her, said Kester. 'Only this mornin', at missus' buryin', she telled me to come. So Phoebe went off to inform Sylvia that Kester was there; and returned with the desire that he would walk into the parlour. An instant after he was gone, Phoebe heard him return, and carefully shut the two doors of communication between the kitchen and sitting-room.
Sylvia took her sewing and sat at the little round table by her mother, sharing the light of the scanty dip-candle. No one spoke. Every one was absorbed in what they were doing. What Philip was doing was, gazing at Sylvia learning her face off by heart. When every scrap of porridge was cleared out of the mighty bowl, Kester yawned, and wishing good-night, withdrew to his loft over the cow-house.
Niver, she added, with bitterness, as the words he had used recurred to her mind. 'It's in me to hate thee now, for saying what thou did; but thou're dear old Kester after all, and I can't help mysel', I mun needs forgive thee, and she went towards him. He took her little head between his horny hands and kissed it. She looked up with tears in her eyes, saying softly,
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