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Then Sylvia began to hasten home, thinking, and remembering at the stile that led into the road she was brought short up. Some one stood in the lane just on the other side of the gap; his back was to the morning sun; all she saw at first was the uniform of a naval officer, so well known in Monkshaven in those days.
She had been very busy about household work in the morning, and much agitated by all she had seen and heard since coming into Monkshaven; and so it ended in this. Molly and Hester took her through the shop into the parlour beyond John Foster's parlour, for Jeremiah, the elder brother, lived in a house of his own on the other side of the water.
A murmur of applause and interest and rejoicing buzzed all around Philip. All this was publicly known about Kinraid, and how much more? All Monkshaven might hear tomorrow nay, to-day of Philip's treachery to the hero of the hour; how he had concealed his fate, and supplanted him in his love. Philip shrank from the burst of popular indignation which he knew must follow.
'It's gone eight, replied Sylvia. 'But our clock is better nor an hour forrard, answered Bell. 'Ay, but t' wind brings Monkshaven bells clear to-night. I heerd t' eight o'clock bell ringing not five minutes ago. It was the fire-bell, but she had not distinguished the sound. There was another long silence; both wide awake this time. 'He'll have his rheumatics again, said Bell.
All that afternoon we three sat together, planning; and Monkshaven passed in and out, executing our commissions, and preparing everything. Towards nightfall all was ready for Clement's start on his journey towards the coast. "Madame had declined seeing any of us since my lord's stormy interview with her. She sent word that she was fatigued, and desired repose.
And then, said Sylvia, as if she was put out by the suggestion, 'she bid me ask cousin Philip for his opinion. I hate a man as has getten an opinion on such-like things. 'Well! we shall niver get to Monkshaven this day, either for to sell our eggs and stuff, or to buy thy cloak, if we're sittin' here much longer. T' sun's for slanting low, so come along, lass, and let's be going.
He walked down the hill to its merry sound its merry sound, his heavy heart. As he entered the long High Street of Monkshaven he could see the watching lights put out in parlour, chamber, or kitchen. The new year had come, and expectation was ended. Reality had begun. He turned to the right, into the court where he lodged with Alice Rose.
And now, her return to Monkshaven, to its familiar, memory-haunted scenes, had quickened the struggle into new vitality. With the broadened outlook born of her recent experiences, she began to ask herself whether a man need be condemned, utterly and for ever, for a momentary loss of nerve even Elisabeth had admitted that it was probably no more than that!
The Fuegians, as far as is known, have no religion of their own. The 'Wilmington' came in this morning. Her captain declares that as the 'Monkshaven' was not hove-to, he never thought that there could be anything seriously amiss with her.
He grew so impatient of the ignorance in which he was kept for in those days of heavy postage any correspondence he might have had on mere Monkshaven intelligence was very limited as to the affairs at Haytersbank, that he cut out an advertisement respecting some new kind of plough, from a newspaper that lay in the chop-house where he usually dined, and rising early the next morning he employed the time thus gained in going round to the shop where these new ploughs were sold.
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