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But Sylvia heard each syllable there where she stood outside, shivering all over in the sultry summer evening. She turned round to Kester. 'I mun go to him, Kester; thou'll see that noane come in to us, when t' doctors come out. She spoke in a soft, calm voice; and he, not knowing what she had heard, made some easy conditional promise.
Kester laughed so long at the idea of his being the Queen of Sheba, that Sylvia was back by her mother's side before the cachinnation ended. That night, just as Sylvia was preparing to go to bed in her little closet of a room, she heard some shot rattling at her window. She opened the little casement, and saw Kester standing below. He recommenced where he left off, with a laugh 'He, he, he!
'Philip! was all she said, and then she fainted at his feet, coming down with a heavy bang on the round paving stones of the yard. 'Kester! Kester! he cried, for she looked like one dead, and with all his strength the wearied man could not lift her and carry her into the house.
Now, Kester, thou mun just be off, and find Harry Donkin th' tailor, and bring him here; it's gettin' on for Martinmas, an' he'll be coming his rounds, and he may as well come here first as last, and feyther's clothes want a deal o' mending up, and Harry's always full of his news, and anyhow he'll do for feyther to scold, an' be a new person too, and that's somewhat for all on us.
So strong was this feeling that when he thought of her pony, back at the timber, guilt ceased to bother him. Ruth related to him the conversation she had overheard between Chavis and Kester, and he smiled understandingly at her. "Do you reckon you feel as tender toward them now as you did before you found that out?" "I don't know," she replied. "It made me angry to hear them talk like that.
She went up to Kester, and shook his horny hand, she herself trembling all over. 'Don't talk to me of her, she said hastily. 'I cannot stand it. It's a blessing for her to be gone, but, oh She began to cry, and then cheered herself up, and swallowed down her sobs. 'Kester, she went on, hastily, 'Charley Kinraid isn't dead; dost ta know?
'I wish thou'd talk of what thou's some knowledge on, Kester, i'stead of i' that silly way, replied Sylvia. 'Then a mun talk no more 'bout women, for they're past knowin', an' druv e'en King Solomon silly. At this moment Charley stepped in. Sylvia gave a little start and dropped her ball of worsted.
It was true that Bella had her father's grave, thoughtful, dark eyes, instead of her mother's gray ones, out of which the childlike expression of wonder would never entirely pass away. And as Bella slowly and half distrustfully made her way towards the temptation offered her, she looked at Kester with just her father's look.
Kester shrank from her look, and even more from her silence. 'A'm come to ax pardon, said he, after a little pause. She was still silent. 'A'm noane above axing pardon, though a'm fifty and more, and thee's but a silly wench, as a've nursed i' my arms. A'll say before thy mother as a ought niver to ha' used them words, and as how a'm sorry for 't.
His evident distress, the unexpected sight, suddenly loosed the fountain of Sylvia's tears, and her sobs grew so terrible that Hester feared she would not be able to remain until the end of the funeral. But she struggled hard to stay till the last, and then she made an effort to go round by the place where Kester stood.
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