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And, swinging his great form round insolently, Goodine picked up his axe and sauntered down the bank. Now, Laurette, as well as most of the hands, looked to see this insult promptly resented in the only way consistent with honor. Reddin, though tender-hearted and slow to anger, was regarded as being, with the possible exception of Goodine, the strongest man in that section of the country.
He returned angrily to his accounts. In the kitchen Vessons, very spondaic, was singing 'The Three Jolly Huntsmen. In a few minutes Hazel rose and lit a candle. She looked, as she walked to the door in her limp muslin dress, like the spectre of some unhappy creature of the past. 'Where are you going? asked Reddin. 'I thought to go to bed. 'I'm not ready. 'I'll go by my lonesome.
Laws, girl! you're like beer and treacle. 'You've not answered me, said Reddin. 'She's set. 'Eh? 'Set. Bespoke. Let. 'She's a right to change her mind. 'Nay! A bargain's a bargain. Why, they've bought the clothes, mister, and the furniture and the cake! 'If she comes with me, you'll go home with a cheque for fifty pounds, and that's all I've got, said Reddin naively.
And as Reddin and Hazel surely the most strangely met of all couples that had owned and been owned by this house went through the darkening rooms, they were not, it seemed, alone. A sense of witnesses perturbed Hazel, a discomfort as from surveillance. A soft rumour, as of a mute but moving multitude crept along the passages in their wake. 'Be there ghosses? she whispered.
It may have been that the modulations of Edward's voice spoke as eloquently as words to her, or that Reddin had destroyed her childish detachment, but she began to bring these old tales into touch with her own life. She envied these glamorous women of the ancient world. They were so tall, so richly clad, dwelling under their golden-fruited trees beneath skies for ever blue.
'I don't know what evil means you used, or how you brought the poor child here, he said, controlling himself with an effort. 'But you have tried to rob me, and you have insulted her 'Oh, don't come here talking like an injured husband, Reddin said; 'you know you aren't her husband. 'Keep your foul mouth shut before innocence! To try and rob a poor child of her freedom, of her soul
Reddin had to go to a very important fair. He wanted Hazel to go with him, but she said she was tired, and, guessing the reason, he immediately gave in. In spite of Vessons' earnest desire to get him off, he started late. He galloped most of the way, determined to get in early. He liked coming home to tea and seeing Hazel awaiting him in the firelight.
They were, in fact, waiting for Reddin, who was always present at the dramatic finish of a field. Hazel knew what drama was to be enacted; knew what the knobbled sticks were for; knew who crouched in the tall, kindly wheat, palpitant, unaware that escape was impossible. 'Plenty o' conies, sir! called one of the men, whose face was a good deal more brutal than that of his mongrel dog.
Hazel felt that she would like to go on picking currants for ever, growing more and more like Mrs. There seemed no place in her life for Reddin, no time for Hunter's Spinney. She thought, 'I wunna go.
Afterwards Reddin had some whisky, and Vessons drank his health. Then Reddin picked out 'It's a Fine Hunting Day' on the old piano, and sang it in a rough tenor. Vessons joined in from the kitchen in a voice quite free from any music, and the roaring chorus echoed through the house. 'Eh, stop! I canna abide it! cried Hazel; but they did not hear.
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