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Penfer bank it would insure her a great deal of respect. That was one side of the question. The other was less satisfactory. People would speculate as to how she had become possessed of such a sum. Many would not scruple to say, "It was sinful money, won in the devil's service." All who wished to be unkind to her could find in it an occasion for hard sayings.
The preacher offered her his hand, but she did not see it, being fully occupied in arranging the long train of cashmere, silk, and lace which, in those days, made morning dresses a misnomer. "I am the Wesleyan preacher from St. Penfer, Mrs. Burrell."
"Aw, then, sir, you can see for yourself how I be, and the news be none, and the fishing be plenty." "St. Penfer harbour is not much of a place, Penelles. I was just telling Denas about London." "St. Penfer be a hard little place, but it do give us a living, sir; a honest living, thank God! Come, Denas, my dear."
Still, she was glad when the sun set and the shadows of the night were stretched out glad that the moon was too young to give much light, and that it was quite nine o'clock when the St. Penfer station was reached. A few people were on the platform, but none of them were thinking of Mrs. Tresham, and the woman so simply dressed and veiled in black made no impression on anyone.
The next night he sent a messenger to inquire for her address, and the boy said, "It was not known. Mrs. Tresham had left two weeks before. She had spoken of England, but it was not positively known that she had gone there." "She is likely in St. Penfer by this time," mentally commented Roland, and the thought gave him comfort.
Then the songster went on and on, as if it called her, and Denas followed its music; until, by and by, she came to where the shingle was but a narrow strip, and the verdure retreated, and the rocks grew larger and higher; and, anon, she was at the promontory between St. Penfer and St. Clair.
"No words at all are sometimes better than good words, John. When the wicked was before him, even David didn't dare to say good and right words." "David wasn't a St. Penfer fisherman, Joan, and the wicked men of his day were a different kind of wicked men they just thought of a bad thing and went and did it. They didn't plot and plan how to make others wicked for them and with them."
She was determined to see her parents once more, and all their habits were so familiar to her that she had no fear of accomplishing her desire unknown to them. She timed her movements so well that she arrived at a small wayside station near St. Penfer about dusk. No one noticed her, and she sped swiftly across the cliff-path, until it touched the path leading downward to her own home.
However, on the day of the funeral the secret was made evident. The strange gentleman was the organist of Pentrath church, and his visit to Denas was made to induce her to sing a portion of the funeral service; and St. Penfer being nearer than Pentrath, they had gone to St. Penfer church to practise.
The guilty pair went direct to London. Great sympathy is felt for the girl's father, who is a thoroughly upright man and a Wesleyan local preacher of the St. Penfer circuit." One of the brethren thought it his duty to show this paragraph to John. And the "old man" in John gained the mastery, and with a great oath he swore the words were a lie.
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