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Updated: June 11, 2025
And now well, it gives you the heartache to look at her." "Does it?" said Burke grimly. "She doesn't affect me that way. If I were in Merston's place, well, she wouldn't look like that for long." "Wouldn't she though?" Kelly looked at him with interest. "You always were a goer, old man. And what would your treatment consist of?" "Discipline," said Burke briefly.
Merston went out again into the blinding sunlight to greet his host, and Sylvia turned to the thin, pinched woman beside her. "I expect you would like to come inside and take off your hat and wash. It is hot, isn't it? Shall we go in and get respectable?" She spoke with that winning friendliness of hers that few could resist. Mrs. Merston's lined face softened almost in spite of itself.
"Where is the worthy Burke?" questioned Kieff, "Over at Merston's, doing the good Samaritan; been working like a nigger all day. And now!" There was actually a sound of tears in Kelly's voice. "I'd give me right hand," he vowed tremulously, "I'd give me soul such as it is to be out of this job." "You want a drink," said Kieff. Kelly sniffed and began a clumsy search for refreshment.
"We ought to start in two hours." "I shall be ready," said Sylvia. "Well!" said Mrs. Merston, with her thin smile. "Are you still enjoying the Garden of Eden, Mrs. Ranger?" Sylvia, white and tired after her ride, tried to smile in answer and failed. "I shall be glad when the winter is over," she said. Mrs. Merston's colourless eyes narrowed a little, taking her in.
She would win she was bound to win for the sake of the old love and in the strength of the new. It was late in the afternoon when Kelly returned to Blue Hill Farm. He had been riding round Merston's lands with Burke during a great part of the day, and he was comfortably tired.
He announced himself with his customary, cheery garrulity as he entered. "Ah, here I am again, Mrs. Burke! And it's good news I've got for ye. Merston's not so badly damaged after all, and your husband is hoping to be back by midday in the morning." He stopped short.
Kieff came forward kindly and helped him. It was he who measured the drinks finally when they were produced, and even Kelly, who could stand a good deal, opened his eyes somewhat at the draught he prepared for himself. "Dry weather!" remarked Kieff, as he tossed it down. "You're not going back to Merston's to-night, are you?" "Must," said Kelly laconically.
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