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Hicks had thrown the blame on John Grimbal, on Mr. Lyddon, on everybody but Phoebe herself. Foremost indeed he had censured Will, and pointed out that his own sustained silence, however high-minded the reason of it, was a main factor in his sweetheart's sufferings and ultimate submission.

I most begin to think that cat-a-mountain of a bwoy 's less in her thoughts than he was. She 'm larnin' wisdom, as well she may wi' sich a faither." "I doan't knaw what to think," answered Mr. Lyddon, somewhat gloomily. "I ban't so much in her confidence as of auld days. Damaris Blanchard's right, like enough. A maid 's tu deep even for the faither that got her, most times.

He shouted, put the letter into his breast pocket, rose up and strode off to Chagford as fast as his legs would carry him. He thought what his mother and wife would feel upon such news. Then he swore heartily swore down blessings innumerable on Miller Lyddon, whistled to his dog, and so journeyed on.

Lyddon's manner. "Ess, that's very well," continued Will, "but time flies that fast wi' childer. Then I thought, 'He'll come to marry some day, sure's Fate. Myself, I believe in tolerable early marryin's." "By God! I knaw it!" retorted Mr. Lyddon, with an expression wherein appeared mingled feelings not a few; "Ess, fay! You'm right theer.

"Billy's very jealous for me, same as Elijah was for the Lard o' Hosts," said Mr. Lyddon. Then Martin and Clement climbed the steep hill that lay between them and Chagford, while the miller and his man pursued their way through the valley. Despite the miller's explicit declaration, there was yet a doubt as to what he might do in the matter of Will Blanchard.

Billy had taken an opportunity to tell his master of the general report and spread before him the facts as he knew them. The younger members of the household had retired early, and when Miller Lyddon took the cards from the mantelpiece and made ready for their customary game, Mr. Blee shook his head and refused to play. "Got no heart for cards to-night," he said. "What's amiss, then?

But though humanity still prevented any definite step, Billy's master so far adopted his advice as to see a solicitor and learn what the law's power might be in the matter. Now he knew, as was recorded in the previous chapter; and still Mr. Lyddon halted between two opinions.

Upon Chagford Bridge appeared Miller Lyddon and Mr. Blee. The latter had been whitewashing the apple-tree stems a course to which his master attached more importance than that pursued on Old Christmas Eve and through the gathering dusk the trunks now stood out livid and wan as a regiment of ghosts. "Heard from your brother since he left?" Mr. Lyddon inquired after evening greetings.

Lyddon frankly; "but theer's fules an' fules, an' this partickler wan's grawed dear to me in some ways despite myself. 'T is Phoebe's done it at bottom I s'pose. The man's so full o' life an' hope. Enough energy in un for ten men; an' enough folly for twenty. Yet he've a gude heart an' never lied in's life to my knawledge." "That's to give him praise, and high praise. How's his sister?

"You 'm a big, just man, Miller Lyddon; an' if theer was anything could make me sorry for the past which theer ban't 't would be to knaw you've forgived me." "He ain't done no such thing!" burst out Mr. Blee. "Tellin' 'e to go to the Dowl ban't forgivin' of 'e!"

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