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Updated: June 14, 2025
It seemed that she had chosen to pass out of his life as suddenly, as waywardly, as she had invaded it; that, crossing the threshold of Saaron Farm, she had closed its door upon him and upon a brief episode to be remembered by him henceforth as a dream only a too happy dream. "Ah, had we never met or, having met, Had I been wiser or thy heart less wild!"
Her ship arrived in the middle of the Great Storm; and before she came to land, here on Saaron, the waters were rolling over the richest part of all her dependencies.
Banfield to the blue-painted doorway behind her. "It don't matter, that I can see, where the woman used to live," said Mrs. Banfield; "but it do matter to my mind that a Tregarthen has farmed Saaron for six generations, and now 'tis pack-and-go for 'em." "But why?" "Why?" echoed Mrs. Banfield, fiercely. "Because, as you was tellin' just now, sir, my lord has a strong will.
Because my lord wants Saaron for his own. Because he wants to shoot rabbits. Because rabbits be of more account to him than men and I don't blame him for it, seein' that all the men on the Islands be turned to mice in these days. Oh, 'tis an old tale! But there! You never heard of it. You never heard not you that the man was even unjust!" "But, my dear Mrs. Banfield "
A night's work at the kiln produced from two to three hundred-weight, and the price in the good seasons ranged from £4 to £5 a ton; so many shared the labour that a family had much ado to earn £10 in a whole season. Under such conditions, too, the work was roughly done. Too often the sides of the kiln would fall in and the sand always the curse of Saaron would mingle with the kelp and spoil it.
"Yes, sir; Philip Cara, father to Eli Tregarthen's wife over to Saaron; and likewise, o' course, to Eli Tregarthen's wife's sister, that is lodging at Saaron Farm, having come home from service a while back." "Eh? From service?" the Lord Proprietor echoed, with quickened interest. "What sort of service?"
She sat for a moment, her brows puckered with thought; then, leaning forward, rested her elbows on the table, while with eyes fixed seriously upon him she checked off the pros and cons on her fingers. "On the one hand Eli Tregarthen, being a reserved man, and brought up on Saaron, probably loves the island after a fashion that Ruth understands very dimly if at all. I love my sister "
"Ah!" said he, almost bitterly, "you have been living in great cities and enlarging your mind." "And in great cities, you imply, it is easy to despise, to forget?" She laughed softly. "Brefar Saaron Inniscaw!" she murmured, addressing the Islands by name, "here is one who tells me I forget you!
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