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They heard, too, the roar of the ventilator, and the ting-ting, regular and sharp, of the small bell reporting that the machinery revolved. Above, in the blaze of the great lenses, old Pezzack and the second under-keeper welcomed them.
Hev anyone seen my Joey?" It was Lizzie Pezzack, panting and bareheaded, with a scared face. "He's lame you'd know en. Have 'ee got en there? He's wandered off!" "Hush up, woman," said a bearer. "Don't keep such a pore!" "The cheeld's right enough somewheres," said another. "'Tis a man's body we've got. Stand out of the way, for shame!"
Small blessing had they ever brought to the barren towans. The procession rose and sank as it came over the uneven ridges like a fiery snake; topped the nearest ridge and came pouring down past the churchyard wall. At its head danced Lizzie Pezzack, shrieking like a creature possessed, her hair loose and streaming while she whirled her torch.
"I shall run over again to-morrow," he said at parting; "and we'll have a look at that island rock." He was driven off, secretly a little puzzled. Yet in his heart he knew the reason. That would be building, after all, on the foundations which Honoria had laid. Pride had helped chance to bring him here, to the very spot where Lizzie Pezzack lived. He met her daily, and several times a day.
May I ask what you have to do with my wife, or with Lizzie Pezzack?" "Whose child is Lizzie's?" "Not yours, is it?" "You said so once; you told your wife so; liar that you were." "Very good, my gentleman. You shall have what you want. Woa, mare!" He led her up the beach and sought for a branch to tie his reins to.
"A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." But how when the boy is a cripple? One afternoon he was stooping to inspect an obstinate piece of boring when the man at his elbow said: "Hullo! edn' that young Joey Pezzack in diffities up there? Blest if the cheeld won't break his neck wan of these days!"
But the weight of it closed his lips, and when he opened them again it was to say, "Yes, that is my dream." At once he turned his talk upon the light revolving in their faces; began to explain the lenses and their working in short, direct sentences. She heard his voice, but without following. Pezzack and the under-keeper had drawn apart to the opposite side of the cage and were talking together.
The two vessels had disappeared in the weather; and as Taffy stared in their direction a spit of rain the first took him viciously in the face. He turned his back to it and hurried homeward. As he passed the light-house door old Pezzack called out to him: "Hi! wait a bit! Would 'ee mind seein' Joey home? I dunno what his mother sent him over here for, not I. He'll get hisself leakin'."
But, so far as he could see, the dovetailed masonry stood intact. A voice hailed him. "What a night! What a night!" It was old Pezzack, aloft on the gallery of the light-house in his yellow oilers, already polishing the lantern panes. Taffy's workmen came straggling and gathered about him.
Old Pezzack regarded the child grimly. "'Twas to be, I s'pose," he muttered. Lizzie Pezzack had never set foot inside the Raymonds' cottage. Humility, gentle soul as she was, could on some points be as unchristian as other women. As time went on it seemed that not a soul beside herself and Taffy knew of Honoria's suspicion.
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