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"I suppose you only agree with me like that to please me. But, Liddy, he CANNOT BE bad, as is said. Do you hear?" "Yes, miss, yes." "And you don't believe he is?" "I don't know what to say, miss," said Liddy, beginning to cry. "If I say No, you don't believe me; and if I say Yes, you rage at me!" "Say you don't believe it say you don't!" "I don't believe him to be so bad as they make out."
As fast as words could tumble out of his mouth, Ben answered, and then tried to free himself; but the old lady held on, while she gave her directions, expressed her sympathy, and offered her hospitality with incoherent warmth. "Sakes alive! poor dear! Fetch her right in. Liddy, get out the camphire; and, Melissy, you haul down a bed to lay her on.
Liddy vanished, and at the end of twenty minutes returned with a cloak, hat, some slices of bread and butter, a tea-cup, and some hot tea in a little china jug. "Is Fanny gone?" said Bathsheba. "No," said her companion, pouring out the tea. Bathsheba wrapped herself up and ate and drank sparingly. Her voice was then a little clearer, and trifling colour returned to her face.
"An important matter made it necessary for me to give up my visit to liddy, and go off at once. What, then, were you following me?" "We thought the horse was stole." "Well-what a thing! How very foolish of you not to know that I had taken the trap and horse. I could neither wake Maryann nor get into the house, though I hammered for ten minutes against her window-sill.
The sufferer was got to bed, and Oak, finding from the bulletins that nothing really dreadful was to be apprehended on her score, left the house. Liddy kept watch in Bathsheba's chamber, where she heard her mistress, moaning in whispers through the dull slow hours of that wretched night: "Oh it is my fault how can I live! O Heaven, how can I live!"
Yes." repeated the froward young person, "HATE him!" "We know you do, miss." said Liddy; "and so do we all." "I hate him too." said Maryann. "Maryann O you perjured woman! How can you speak that wicked story!" said Bathsheba, excitedly. "You admired him from your heart only this morning in the very world, you did. Yes, Maryann, you know it!" "Yes, miss, but so did you.
As quietly, as calmly as I could, I went over the whole story, from the night Liddy and I had been alone up to the strange experience of Rosie and her pursuer. The basket still stood on the table, a mute witness to this last mystifying occurrence. "There is something else," I said hesitatingly, at the last.
THAT same evening at dusk Gabriel was leaning over Coggan's garden-gate, taking an up-and-down survey before retiring to rest. A vehicle of some kind was softly creeping along the grassy margin of the lane. From it spread the tones of two women talking. The tones were natural and not at all suppressed. Oak instantly knew the voices to he those of Bathsheba and Liddy.
It was a preliminary to some serious utterance, she felt, for he at once remarked: "Liddy, I've something to tell you." She looked at him for a moment, while a smile crept into her face, and then said: "Now, Charlie, if you have any more startling or painful things to tell me, don't bring me up here first, or I shall always dread to come."
Gertrude had dropped on a chair and sat there limp and shivering. I went at once across the hall to Halsey's room and knocked; then I pushed the door open. It was empty; the bed had not been occupied! "He must be in Mr. Bailey's room," I said excitedly, and followed by Liddy, we went there. Like Halsey's, it had not been occupied!
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