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With morning, her abundant vitality had returned. The outer world was new and bright, and she wanted, shyly, to be up and dressed before Reddin awoke. She was full of merriment at the subservience of Vessons to the cows. 'D'you say "mum" to 'em? she inquired. Vessons looked her up and down.
You must write a letter, Hazel, to say you're safe and happy, and he's not to worry. 'But I amna. Reddin frowned at the spontaneity of this. But he made her write the note. 'Saddle the mare, Vessons, and take this to the Mountain. 'You dunna mind how much began Vessons. But Reddin cut him short. 'Get on, he said, and Vessons knew by the tone that he had better.
But I'm thinkin' you'd better have another one of the boys to fall back on. This 'ere's an onusual ticklish job; and the feller as does it'll be lucky if he comes off with a whole skin." At these words so plain an expression of relief went over Laurette's face that Bill Goodine could not contain himself. "Jim Reddin dasn't do it," he muttered to her, fiercely. The girl drew herself up.
'Well, he said, 'you've got the ways of wild-cats and spinsters the world over. This was an unwilling compliment. 'And I'll say this for you, whatever else I canna say, you've got sperit enough for the eleven thousand virgins! Reddin felt that the scene was hardly festive enough. He wondered that he himself did not feel more jubilant; reaction had set in.
It was this, dimly but passionately felt, that made Hazel shrink from Reddin. For unless Reddin was without this impulse to save, and had the mind of a fiend without pity, how could he in the mere pursuit of pleasure inflict wholly unnecessary torture, as in fox-hunting? She watched Venus shrink from a silver pool to a silver point. She was full of trouble and unrest. Would she dream of Reddin?
The sharp staccato sound of a horse cantering came up behind him. It was Reddin returning from a wide detour. He pulled up short. 'Is there any fiddler in your parish, parson? he inquired. Edward considered. 'There is one man on the far side of the Mountain. 'Pretty daughter? 'No. He is only twenty. 'Damn! He was gone.
'Why, Vessons? he said in rather a sheepish tone. Vessons did not turn. He fumbled with the door-handle. Reddin got up and went across to him. 'Why, Vessons? he said again, with a hand on his shoulder. 'You and I can't part, you know. 'We mun. 'But why, man? What's up with you, Andrew? The rare Christian name softened Vessons. He deigned to explain.
So Reddin did the accounts and slept the sleep of the intellectual worker afterwards. Hazel looked out from the tent of the bed canopy into the dark, creaking room and the darker, roaring night. She grew more afraid of Reddin and Undern as the hours dragged on. Reddin's presence tore to pieces the things she loved delicate leafy things as if they were tissue-paper and he had walked through it.
With her vivid hair and eyes and her swift slenderness, Hazel had a fawn-like air as she traversed the wavering shadows. She passed his tree without seeing him, and stood listening. Then she began to plead with the truant. 'What for did you run away, Foxy, my dear? Where be you? Come back along with me, dear 'eart, for it draws to night! Reddin stepped from his tree and spoke to her.
'And if it cosses me my place, I'll tell ye one thing! Vessons said to himself: 'There's as good to be had, and better. 'Well, I'm damned, said Reddin as they disappeared in the darkness. He went in and finished the whisky in a state of mystification that ended in sleep. As the horse trotted along the hard road, rabbits scuttled across in the momentary lamplight.
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