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Updated: June 2, 2025
Common sense the world over was on his side, and no man with the facts before him had been likely to criticise Miller Lyddon on the course of action he thought proper to pursue for his daughter's ultimate happiness. That he reckoned without his host naturally escaped the father's thought at this juncture.
If his sharp tongue had power to deepen the wound awaiting Will's self-respect, that power would certainly be exercised. Meantime the youth himself passed homeward in a glow of admiration for Mr. Lyddon. "I'd lay down my life smilin' for un," he told Chris, who was astounded at his news. "I'll think for un, an' act for un, till he'll feel I'm his very right hand.
Not but what with Lezzard a-pawin' of her 't was enough to drive her to it." That night the lover announced his triumph, whereon Phoebe congratulated him and Miller Lyddon shook his head. "'T is an awful experiment, Billy, at your age," he declared.
I heard the noise of his breathin' paarts when he had brown kitty in the fall three years ago, an' awnly thrawed it off thanks to the gracious gudeness of Miller Lyddon, who sent rich stock for soup by my hand. But to hear un, you might have thought theer was a wapsies' nest in the man's lungs." "I doan't want to be nuss to a chap at my time of life, in coourse."
Lyddon nodded his head and relapsed into taciturnity. That a man of many nerves, uncertain in temper and with no physical or temporal qualifications, should have won for himself the handsomest girl in Chagford caused the unreflective to marvel whenever they considered the point. But a better knowledge of Chris Blauchard had served in some measure to explain the wonder.
Phoebe Lyddon it was who in all innocence and ignorance set rolling a pebble that finally fell in thundering avalanches; and her chance word was uttered at her father's table on an occasion when John and Martin Grimbal were supping at Monks Barton. The returned natives, and more especially the elder, had been much at the mill since their reappearance.
Under chiming of bells the customary congregation arrived, and a perceptible wave of sensation swept from pew to pew at the appearance of more than one unfamiliar face. Of regular attendants we may note Mrs. Blanchard and Chris, Martin Grimbal, Mr. Lyddon, and his daughter. Mr. Blee usually sat towards the back of the church at a point immediately behind those benches devoted to the boys.
"You needn't be at any trouble about that." "But I shall be. Do 'e think my wife's gwaine to be any differ'nt to lesser folks? A home she'll have, an' a braave, vitty home, tu, though I've got to sweat blood for it. So if you'd take your bite so soon as convenient, you'd sarve me." "I doan't say you 'm axin' anything onreasonable," said Mr. Lyddon, thoughtfully.
That's what I hope'll fall out; an' I want to see Miller theer, tu, after he've found I'm right and he'm wrong." But the event proved that, even in his new capacity as a man of money and a landholder, Will was not to win much ground with Mr. Lyddon.
"More gert news!" he gasped; "if it ban't too much for wan in your way o' health." "Nothing wrong at Newtake?" cried Phoebe, turning pale. "No, no; but family news for all that." The girl raised her hand to her heart, and Miller Lyddon, attracted by Billy's excited voice, hastened to his daughter and put his arm round her. "Out with it," he said. "I see news in 'e. What's the worst or best?"
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