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He went to her and patted her shoulder. 'No one's angry with you, dear, he said. 'Afterwards, when we're home, you shall explain it all to me. 'If you win! put in Reddin. Edward stooped and kissed Hazel's hand. The momentary doubt of her cruel as hell had gone. She was his lady, and he was going to fight for her. Hazel looked up at him, and in that instant she almost loved him. They went out.
The nearest she approached to that was in her adoration of sensuous beauty, a green flame of passionless devotion to loveliness as seen in inanimate things. But that there should be anything between a man and a woman except an obvious affection, a fraternal sort of thing, or an uncomfortable excitement such as she felt with Reddin, was quite beyond her ideas.
Reddin, pacing the room downstairs, drinking whisky, and fuming at his own compunction, at last grew tired of his silent house. 'Damn it! Why shouldn't I go up? he said. He opened Hazel's door. 'Look here, he said; 'the house is mine, and so are you. I'm coming to bed. He was met by that most intimidating reply to all bluster silence.
'If it's funerals or a forester's supper, a concert or a wedding, Abel went on, quite undaunted, 'I'm your man. Reddin laughed. 'It might be the last, he said. 'Wedding or bedding, either or both, I suppose, said the publican, who was counted a wit. Reddin gave a great roar of laughter. 'Both! he said.
'I hear, said the eldest Miss Clomber, who had read Bordello and was very clever, 'that young Lochinvar has taken to himself a bride. This was quite up to her usual standard, for not only had it the true literary flavour, but it was ironic, for she knew who Hazel was. ''Er? queried Reddin, shaking hands in his rather race-course manner. 'Introduce me, Mr. Reddin! simpered Amelia Clomber.
But I vowed to his mother I'd be good to the lad, and " "Oh, I reckon I quite understand, Mr. Reddin," interrupted the girl, in a hard, clear voice; and, seeing the furious scorn in her face, Reddin silently turned away. Laurette's scorn was sharpened by a sense of the bitterest disappointment. She had allowed herself to give her heart to a coward, whom she had fancied a hero.
It was Reddin, skirting the wood on his way home from a search for Hazel. If he had come into the spinney he would have seen them, but he kept straight on. 'It's bringing harm! cried Hazel, pulling at Edward's arm; 'see the shivers on me! It's somebody galloping o'er my grave! Edward resolved to combat these superstitions and replace them by a sane religion.
'No, she said, 'I must ne'er go to the Hunter's Spinney not till doom breaks! She said her prayers under the shelter of that resolve, with a supplementary one written out very neatly in gold ink by Edward, who wrote, as his mother said, 'a parchment script. But when she lay down she could not keep her mind clear of Reddin; during each meeting with him she had been more perturbed.
For Nature that sardonic mother while she cries with the silver cadence of ten thousand nightingales, 'Take what you want, my children, sees to it, in the dark of her sorcery-chamber, that her children want what she intends. 'Is it to your liking, Mr. ? I didn't quite catch your name, said Mrs. Marston. 'Reddin, ma'am. Jack Reddin of Undern.
Drumsheugh would even send his men to road-making, and apologise to the neighbours "juist reddin' up aboot the doors" while Saunders the foreman and his staff laboured in a shamefaced manner like grown-ups playing at a children's game.
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