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Edward turned and went to his room. Reddin, under his black roof of pines, counted the lights, and seeing that there were three, turned homewards with a sigh of relief. But as he went through the fields he remembered how Hazel had looked last night; how she had danced like a leaf; how slender and young she was. He was a man everlastingly maddened by slightness and weakness.
The pack had found. But the scent, it seemed, was not very hot. Hope revived in Hazel. 'It'll be the old scent from yesterday, she thought. 'Maybe Foxy'll come yet! He rode a tall raw-boned animal, and looked like a monkey. Hazel did not see either him or Reddin. With fainting heart she had become aware that the hounds were no longer on an old scent.
It burned steadily on her, and then was moved, as if by an invisible hand. Reddin came on, and the thunder of his horse's hoofs was in her ears.
She only knew that as she lay in her little bed she wanted Reddin, his bodily presence, his kisses or his blows. He had betrayed her utterly, bringing to his aid forces he could not gauge or understand. All the divine paradoxes of sex the mastery of the lover and his deep humility, his idealization of his bride and her absolute surrender these he had dragged in the mud.
With an instinct of self-protection she refused to tell her surname. 'Well, mine's Reddin, he said crossly; 'and why you're so dark about yours I don't know, but up you get, anyway. The sun came out in Hazel's face. He helped her up, she was so stiff with cold.
Some Being, it seemed, was listening there, and not only listening, but imposing in an effortless but inevitable way its veiled purpose. Hazel and Reddin he no less than she appeared to be deprived of identity, like hypnotic mediums. His hardness and strength took on a pitiful dolt-like air before this prescient power.
'Very, very quiet, crooned Mrs. Marston. 'Yes, we all fall asleep in our turn. 'I like, went on Hazel in her rather crude voice, harsh with youth like a young blackbird's 'I like things as go quick and men as talk loud and stare hard and drive like the devil! She broke off, flushing at Mrs. Marston's expression, and at the sudden knowledge that she had been describing Reddin.
The name rang in the quiet room with a startling sound, like a gunshot in a wood at night when the birds are roosting. At that moment Edward came in, not having waited till Mr. James had affectionately counted the collection. 'Is Hazel all right, mother? he called when he got to the front door. 'Oh yes, my dear. It was but the heat. And here's a gentleman to see you. Mr. Reddin of Undern.
Reddin went on his dubious and discreditable way, and the woman Sally Haggard, of the cottage in the hollow, gained by virtue of a certain harsh beauty what the ladies Clomber would have given all their wealth for. The other inhabitant of Undern, Andrew, revolved in his own orbit, and was entirely unknown to his master.
Feeling himself the hero of the hour, he handled his axe brilliantly, and soon forgot his indignation against Laurette. At length he attacked the centre pile, the key to the whole structure. Everybody, at this point, held his breath. Loud sounded the measured axe-strokes over the rush of the swollen river. No one moved but Reddin, and no one but Laurette noticed his movement.
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