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The vessel strained to get free of the strong guiding cable; the tide was turning, the wind was blowing off shore, and Sylvia knew without being told, that almost parallel to this was a line of sunken rocks that had been fatal to many a ship before now, if she had tried to take the inner channel instead of keeping out to sea for miles, and then steering in straight for Monkshaven port.
She hardly understood about her husband's being sent to York, in the possession of the idea that she might go and see him. She did not understand or care how, in this wild night, she was to get to Monkshaven; all she thought of was, that she might go and see her husband. But Sylvia took in more points than her mother, and, almost suspiciously, began to question Hester.
Sylvia took a hard grasp of the hand of the older and more experienced Molly, and listened open-mouthed to the answers she was extracting from a gruff old sailor she happened to find near her. 'What ship is she? 'T' Resolution of Monkshaven! said he, indignantly, as if any goose might have known that.
As the Newcastle smack neared the shore on her voyage home, Hepburn looked wistfully out for the faint gray outline of Monkshaven Priory against the sky, and the well-known cliffs; as if the masses of inanimate stone could tell him any news of Sylvia. In the streets of Shields, just after landing, he encountered a neighbour of the Robsons, and an acquaintance of his own.
The men belonging respectively to the port and starboard watches of the 'Monkshaven' have been placed in the corresponding watches on board the 'Sunbeam. The cook and steward are assisting ours below, and the two boys are very happy, helping in the kitchen, and making themselves generally useful. The deck does not look quite as neat as usual.
She hardly understood about her husband's being sent to York, in the possession of the idea that she might go and see him. She did not understand or care how, in this wild night, she was to get to Monkshaven; all she thought of was, that she might go and see her husband. But Sylvia took in more points than her mother, and, almost suspiciously, began to question Hester.
He pays me aforehand; an' he pays me down for whativer a've getten for him; but that's but little; he's noane up t' his vittle, though a've made him some broth as good as a could make 'em. 'I wouldn't send him away till he was well again, if I were yo; but I think yo'd be better rid on him, said Sylvia. 'It would be different if yo'r brother were in Monkshaven. As she spoke she rose to go.
As well as he could, he found his way back to Monkshaven, over the wild heights and moors he had crossed on that black day of misery; why he should have chosen that path he could not tell it was as if he were led, and had no free will of his own. The soft clear evening was drawing on, and his heart beat thick, and then stopped, only to start again with fresh violence.
He was a tall, slenderly built man, with whimsical brown eyes and the half-stern, half-sweet mouth of one who has been through the mill of physical pain. "Homme incompris," he suggested lightly. "Give the fellow his due he at least supplies the feminine half of Monkshaven with a topic of perennial interest."
Thee dost na' get good milk enow, that's what it is, such stuff as Monkshaven folks put up wi'! 'No, aunt; I'm quite well. Only I'm a bit put out vexed like at what I've heerd about Sylvie. His aunt's face changed immediately. 'And whatten folk say of her, next thing? 'Oh, said Philip, struck by the difference of look and manner in his aunt, and subdued by seeing how instantly she took alarm.
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