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The uproar was so terrific that Edward and the six righteous men came out to see what the matter was. Religion and society were marshalled with due solemnity on God's Little Mountain. Hazel saw nothing, heard nothing. She was running with every nerve at full stretch, her whole soul in her feet. But she had lost her old fleetness, for Reddin's child had even now robbed her of some of her vitality.
But Edward was not thinking. He was doing a much more strenuous thing feeling. Hazel wondered at the vividness of his eyes when he rose from his knees. 'I'm glad I'm Ed'ard's missus, and not Mr. Reddin's, she thought. She had not seen Reddin for a week, having, since their last meeting in the wood, been so much afraid of encountering him that she had scarcely left the house.
Not to stare and stare at me over the top of her spectacles like a cow at a cornfield over the fence? 'Yes yes, said Edward hastily, feeling that his mother must wait to be reinstated until he had made sure of Hazel. 'All right, then; I'll come. Edward took her hand; then he kissed her cheek gently. She accepted the kiss placidly. There was nothing in it to remind her of Reddin's.
To Edward it seemed ridiculous to be fighting; to Reddin it seemed ridiculous to be fighting such an opponent. They moved out of the light and back again in the tense silence of the night. A rat splashed in the pool, and silence fell again. Edward could not do much more than defend himself, and Reddin's eyes shone triumphantly. Within, Hazel leaned against the glass faintly.
Reddin, leaning heavily on the low wall, staring at the drunken tombstones and the quiet moon-silvered house, thought: 'She was made for me. Both men saw her as what they wanted her to be, not as she was. Many thoughts darkened Reddin's face as he stood there hour after hour in the cold May night.
If she had seen him and made for him, he might have done something. But she only saw the death-pack; and as Reddin shouted again near at hand, intending to drag her on to the horse, she turned sharply. She knew it was the Black Huntsman. With a scream so awful that Reddin's hands grew nerveless on the rein, she doubled for the quarry.
He was oblivious of the fact that they were Reddin's bees. Reddin presented them. 'There, he said gruffly; 'now you can be civil again. 'But these be hive-bees! said Hazel, 'and they was comforble to begin with! I dunna want that sort. I wanted miserable uns! 'Hang it! how could I know? asked Reddin irritably. 'No. I suppose you couldna, said Hazel; 'you'm terrible stupid, Jack Reddin!
Yet only vague instinct stirred her to this, and all her soul was set on staying. 'Never shall it be said' Andrew's voice rose like a preacher's 'never shall it be said as a young female found no friend in Andrew Vessons; never shall it be said' his voice soared over various annoyed exclamations of Reddin's 'as a female went from this 'all different from what she came. 'Shut up, Vessons!
Here, her heart and mind were attacked. She could not explain to Mrs. Marston that something had made her go. Mrs. Marston would simply have said 'Fiddlesticks! She could not explain that Reddin's touch drugged her. If Mrs. Marston had ever been made to feel that madness of passivity which seemed impossible, so that Edward's existence was a paradox she had long since forgotten it.
But as she spoke Reddin got in a blow on Edward's jaw, and he fell. Hazel rushed forward. 'You murderer! she screamed, and she bit Reddin's hand as he stretched it out to catch her, and bent over Edward. The victor in the fight was fated to be the loser with Hazel, for she had a never-broken compact with all creatures defeated. She ran to the pool for water.
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