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When Alick had gone successfully through this test of steady-handed manliness, it was the turn of old Kester, at his right hand and so on, till every man had drunk his initiatory pint under the stimulus of the chorus. Tom Saft the rogue took care to spill a little by accident; but Mrs.
"If you'd have thought it mean, you'd have told me about it before now," he answered. "Patches was reliable." "Kester an' Linton have sloped," he told her as they rode away from the trees. "This climate was gettin' unhealthy for them." "What makes folks act so foolish?" he questioned, later. "There ain't no way to escape what's got to be. Why can't folks take their medicine without makin' faces?"
Just after the sun had set, she saw Kester outside the window making signs to her to come out. She stole out on tip-toe by the back-kitchen, the door of which was standing open. She almost ran against Philip, who did not perceive her, as he was awaiting her coming the other way round the corner of the house, and who turned upon her a face whose import she read in an instant.
'Hey, lass! said Kester, turning a bit towards her, and shutting one eye to cock the other the better upon her; an operation which puckered up his already wrinkled face into a thousand new lines and folds. 'An' how does thee know how a man woos a wife, that thee talks so knowin' about it? That's tellin'. Some un's been tryin' it on thee.
'Here's a pretty lass; she's' got "a'll niver forgi'e" at her tongue's end wi' a vengeance. Sylvia was a little confused. 'Oh, Kester, man, said she, 'my heart is sore again' every one, for feyther's sake. And at length the natural relief of plentiful tears came; and Kester, with instinctive wisdom, let her weep undisturbed; indeed, he cried not a little himself.
'Oh, man, dunnot find fault wi' me! I'm just fain to lie down and die, if it were not for mother. 'Ay! thy mother will be sore unsettled if thou's for quitting Haytersbank, said merciless Kester. 'I cannot help it; I cannot help it! What can I do? It would take two pair o' men's hands to keep t' land up as Measter Hall likes it; and beside
Sylvia did not quite understand the state of things as regarded politics and taxes and politics and taxes were all one in her mind, it must be confessed but she saw that her innocent little scheme of giving her father the change of society afforded by Donkin's coming had answered; and in the gladness of her heart she went out and ran round the corner of the house to find Kester, and obtain from him that sympathy in her success which she dared not ask from her mother.
I niver justly feel like mysel' when yo're away, for I'm lonesome enough at times. She and I will talk a' t' better about yo' for both on us grieving after yo'. So Kester took his leave, his mind set at ease by Sylvia's promise to go and see his sister pretty often during his absence in the North.
Kester would have said something about its being only half-past twelve, but Sylvia gave him a look beseeching silence, and he went on with his dinner without a word, only brushing away the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand from time to time. 'A'll noane go far fra' home t' rest o' t' day, said he, in a whisper to Sylvia, as he went out.
'Well, well! said Kester, not looking up at her, for he caught the inflections in the tones of her voice. 'He were a fine stirrin' chap, yon; an' he were allays for doin' summut; an' when he fund as he couldn't ha' one thing as he'd set his mind on, a reckon he thought he mun put up wi' another. 'It 'ud be no "putting up," said Sylvia.
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