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Updated: June 21, 2025
She did not care to have it known that she was of the Mountain, and was shy of being seen in talk with Liff Hyatt. But today she was not sorry to have him appear.
The long road and the cloudy landscape vanished from her eyes, and for a time she seemed to be circling about in some terrible wheeling darkness. Then that too faded. She opened her eyes, and saw a buggy drawn up beside her, and a man who had jumped down from it and was gazing at her with a puzzled face. Slowly consciousness came back, and she saw that the man was Liff Hyatt.
"Fräulein Chenny, I cannot mit you life midout you liff," and then, feeling that he had somewhat entangled his words, he repeated: "I cannot life midout you Chenny you Chenny midout." Jenny looked at him in perplexity. His manner, the words all were so strange! "That isn't in the lesson," she managed to gasp, holding down her head bashfully. "I cannot life midout you liff!
All I say is: he's going to the Hyatts' in a day or two." Liff looked more and more perplexed. "Bash is ugly sometimes in the afternoons." She threw her head back, her eyes full on Hyatt's. "I'm coming too: you tell him." "They won't none of them trouble you, the Hyatts won't. What d'you want a take a stranger with you though?" "I've told you, haven't I? You've got to tell Bash Hyatt."
He helped her up to the seat at his side, Liff Hyatt clambered in at the back, and they drove off toward Hamblin. At first Charity had hardly grasped what Mr. Miles was saying; the physical relief of finding herself seated in the buggy, and securely on her road to the Mountain, effaced the impression of his words. But as her head cleared she began to understand.
Between them they raised up the mattress; but their movements were unsteady, and the coat slipped to the floor, revealing the poor body in its helpless misery. Charity, picking up the coat, covered her mother once more. Liff had brought a lantern, and the old woman who had already spoken took it up, and opened the door to let the little procession pass out.
Pelletan glanced around to assure himself that the door was tightly closed, then drew his chair nearer to his patron. "I haf a wife," he said, slowly, in a sepulchral tone. "Well, what of it? Is that a crime in France? I could almost believe it!" "I could not liff mit' her no longer," continued Pelletan. "She wass a teufel! I leafe her!" "Oh, that's it so you ran away?"
"I wonder if Liff Hyatt knows who my mother was?" she mused; and it filled her with a tremor of surprise to think that some woman who was once young and slight, with quick motions of the blood like hers, had carried her in her breast, and watched her sleeping.
The roofs of the lonely village were only half a mile ahead, and she was resolved to push beyond it, and try to reach the Mountain that night. She had no clear plan of action, except that, once in the settlement, she meant to look for Liff Hyatt, and get him to take her to her mother.
Miles and Liff clambered into the buggy she went ahead with the lantern to show them the track they were to follow; then she turned back, and in silence she and Charity walked away together through the night. CHARITY lay on the floor on a mattress, as her dead mother's body had lain.
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