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How could she make him understand that she did not want to go, and was yet obliged to go? She could not tell him that. Although she was furious with Reddin on his behalf, although she hated Reddin for the coarseness and cruelty in him, yet parting with him had hurt her. How could this be? She did not know.
'Is she pretty? 'It inna allus the prettiest as get lovers. 'But is she prettier than me? 'I've heard she's bigger and finer. 'But she hanna got abron hair? 'How should I know? This was desolate news to Hazel; for Reddin, now that she was going to bear his child, had become necessary to her. She was unconscious of the reason of this need not a spiritual one, but purely physiological.
As a boy, when his father and mother still kept up their position a little, he had broken a priceless Venetian glass simply because he could not resist the temptation to close his hand on it. His father had flogged him, being of the stupid kind who believe that corporal punishment can influence the soul. And Reddin had done the same thing next day with a bit of egg-shell china.
'Jack, said Hazel, 'she'm got the best right to be at Undern. Leave her stay! She'm a right nice 'ooman. Reddin gasped. Why would Hazel always do and say exactly the opposite to what he expected? 'But you're the last person he began. 'You're thinking she'd ought to be jealous of me, Jack Reddin, said Sally. 'But we'm neither of us jealous! I tell you straight! She's too good for you.
"I never said he dast," she replied. "An' what's Jim Reddin to me, I'd like to know?" And then, being furious at Jim, at herself, and at Goodine, she was on the point of telling the latter that he shouldn't drive her home, anyway, when she reflected that this would excite comment, and restrained herself.
He was a lonely soul, as he once said himself when unusually mellow at the Hunter's Arms; he was 'wi'out mother, wi'out father, wi'out descent. He preferred it to the ties of family. He liked living with Reddin because they never spoke except of necessity, and because he was quite indifferent to Reddin's welfare and Reddin to his. But to Undern itself he was not indifferent.
'Be you forty? Hazel's voice was on the top note of wonder. 'Laws! what an age! 'It's not really old, he pleaded, very humbly for him. She laughed. 'The parson, now, I suppose he's young? His voice was wistful. 'He'm the right age. Reddin's temper flamed. 'I'll show you if I'm old! I'll show you who makes the best lover, me or a silly lad! 'Hands off, Mr. Reddin!
They were not her comrades. They did not live her life. She had to live theirs. She wished she had never seen Reddin, never gone to Hunter's Spinney. Edward's house was at least peaceful. 'And what, she heard Vessons say, 'will yer lordship's Sally Virtue say? She did not hear Reddin's reply; it was fierce and low. She wondered who Sally Virtue was, but she was too tired to think much about it.
From the mantlepiece in the faint moonlight shone the white background of the text, 'Not a hair of thy head shall perish. But the promising words were obliterated by night. Next morning, and some time during every subsequent day, Hazel met Reddin under the dark yew-tree. 'You're very fond of the woods, my dear, said Mrs. Marston one morning. 'It must be very nice and pleasant there just now.
Outside, his rough hair wet with snow, stood Reddin, watching her from the vantage-ground of the darkness! He saw her stand with head erect and bare white shoulders, smiling at herself in the glass. He saw her slip into the rich gown and pose delightedly, mincing to and fro like a wagtail. He noted her lissom figure and shining coils of hair.
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