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'Who? 'Why, that Mr. Reddin. 'What's he done? 'Oh, I know! But I wouldn't soil me mouth, only I'm thinking you'd ought to know. She looked triumphant. 'He's after that there Sally something as lives nearby. They do say as all her brats be his. 'Mr. Reddin's? Is he like married to her, Martha? 'About as much as he was to you, I reckon! 'And does she live there now? 'I dunno.
Then the dim rumors of Reddin's marvellous strength began to gather credence, as it was seen how his grip seemed to dominate that of his great opponent. For several minutes the straining antagonists swayed about the ring. Then suddenly Reddin straightened himself, and Bill's hold slipped for an instant.
He was rather dubious about asking Vessons to do it, so instead he repeated, 'You'll have some tea and toast? Vessons went into the kitchen and shut the door. They waited for some time, and Hazel, who, whatever her fate, her faults and sorrows, was always as hungry as Foxy, looked longingly at Reddin's cheese and beer. Physical exhaustion brought tears of appetite to her eyes.
He was not one of those who are set apart by the strange aloofness of genius, whose souls burn with a wild light, instead of with the comfortable glow of the hearth fire. He was an ordinary man, loved ordinary things. Neither was he effeminate or a celibate by instinct, though he had not Reddin's fury of masculinity. Sex would never have awakened in him but at the touch of spiritual love.
As they turned into Terrace Park, with its beautiful grounds, its fountains and statuary, Asia stopped to explain. "Jes rich folks live over here. That there is the Reddin's' house, the big white one where them curbstone ladies are in the yard. I wisht you could git a peek in the parlor; they've got chairs made outer real gold, an' strandaliers that look like icicles all hitched together."
They wore an air of things estranged and critical. All was so sad, like a dear friend with an altered countenance. She was an exile even in the seeing and hearing. It was strange to her as a town under the tides. There it was, clear and belfried as of old, but fathoms deep, and the bells had so faint a chime that Reddin's voice drowned them.
I did so want the green and yellow tab cat real china and I spent every penny, but the wheel went on. 'Poor mother! 'Yes, my dear, I cried buckets. And I've never trusted that mouth since. But, of course, Mr. Reddin's not that kind at all, and quite above fairs and such things. 'I don't care for him much, Edward said. 'No more do I, said Hazel in a heartfelt tone.
The loud winds, lulled and bearing each its gift of balm, would blow softly round Edward's house. Frost, she thought, would not come to God's Little Mountain as to the cold Callow. She had not seen Reddin's rimy shoulders, nor the cold glitter of the tombs. She sang as she dressed with the shrill sweetness of a robin. She had never seen such garments; she hardly knew how to put some of them on.
She thought wistfully of the green silk dress and the supper in the old, stately room. She thought of Vessons, and of Reddin's eyes as he pulled her back from the door. She thought of Undern as a refuge for Foxy. 'Maybe sometime I'll go and see 'em, she thought. She went to the door and looked out.
'Drive him off! 'I'm going to have some fun seeing the dog kill it. Hazel went quite white. 'You shanna! Not till I'm jead, she said. 'It's come to me to be took care of, and took care of it shall be. She reached a foot out and kicked the hound. Reddin's mood changed. He burst out laughing. 'You're a sight more amusing than hedgehogs, he said; 'the beast can go free, for all I care.
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