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Father," continued Rotha, and the girl spoke with the determination of a strong man, "if you go over High Seat, cross the dale, walk past Dale Head, and keep on the far side of the Great Gable, you will cut off half the journey and be there as soon as the constables, and you may keep them in sight most of the way. Can you do this? Have you the strength? You look worn and weak."
When he became fully conscious of their presence, Rotha was standing by his side, with her hand on his arm. Liza was a pace or two behind. "Father," said Rotha, "are you strong enough to make a long journey?" Sim had turned his face full on his daughter's with an expression of mingled shame, contrition, and pride.
When she rejoined her companion her mind was made up to a daring enterprise. "The men of Wythburn, such of them as we can trust," she said, "are in the funeral train. We must go ourselves; at least I must go." "Do let me go, too," said Liza; "but where are you going?" "To cross the fell to Stye Head." "We can't go there, Rotha two girls." "What of that? But you need not go.
Ey, swear it!" cried Robbie at a fuller pitch of his weakened voice. "He's olas running on that, too," whispered Mattha to Rotha. "Dusta mind 'at laal Reuben said the same?" In a soft and pleading tone Robbie mumbled on, "Don't greet, mammy, or ye'll kill me sure enough. Killing you? Ey, it's true it's true; but I'll mend my management I will."
"It was bad manishment, my lad, to let the lass gang off agen with Sim to yon Fornside." Mattha is speaking with an insinuating smile. "Could ye not keep her here? Out upon tha for a good to nowt." Willy makes no reply to the weaver's banter. At that moment Rotha and her father are seen to enter the meadow by a gate at the lower end. Ralph steps forward and welcomes the new-comers.
"Come, young mistress, lead us up to our room, and mind you see smartly to that breakfast. Alack-a-day; we're as hungry as hawks." "You come to do hawks' business, sir," said Rotha, "in spoiling another's nest." "Ha! ha! ha! happy conceit, forsooth! But there's no need to glare at us like that, my sharp-witted wench. Come, lead on, but go slowly, there.
It was natural that her own little sorrow should be uppermost, but the heart that held it was too deep to hold her personal sorrow only. Rotha stepped into the room adjoining, which for her convenience, as well as that of the invalid, had been made the bedroom of Mrs. Ray. Placid and even radiant in its peacefulness lay the face of Ralph's mother.
With a meekness and piteousness of look not to be told, never to be forgotten, Lucy Grieve passed away. The very day after Lucy had been carried to her last rest in that most poetic of all graveyards which bends its grassy shape to the encircling Rotha and holds in trust the ashes of Wordsworth, David Grieve started for Paris. He had that morning received a telegram from Dora: 'Louie disappeared.
It was fortunate for Rotha that she had to busy herself with the preparations for Willy's supper, and that this duty rendered less urgent the necessity for immediate response to his remarks. Willy, on his part, was in no mood at present to indulge in niceties of observation, and Rotha's perturbation passed for some time unnoticed. "Ralph will be back with us soon, let us hope," he said.
"They must go elsewhere, young mistress." "You don't mean that you can turn the poor dame into the road?" said Rotha eagerly. The man shrugged his shoulders. His companions grinned, and shifted in their seats. "You can't do it; you cannot do it," said Willy emphatically, stamping his foot on the floor. "And why not?" The constable was unmoved. "Angus Ray is dead. Ralph Ray is his eldest son."
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