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Frequently, too, in the course of the year, Sylvia would accompany one or other of her parents to Scarby Moorside afternoon service, when the hay was got in, and the corn not ready for cutting, or the cows were dry and there was no afternoon milking.
I give her up." "No, you don't, dear, any more than I do." "But what can I do? Is it, honestly, Edie, is it in any way my fault?" "Well I think, perhaps, if you'd approached her in another spirit at the first she told me that what shocked her more than anything that night at Scarby, was, darling, your appalling flippancy.
She moved noiselessly, with many tender precautions, for fear of waking Peggy, and for fear of destroying the peace that possessed her own soul like heavenly sleep. It was the mystic mood that went before prayer. In those three weeks Anne felt that she had been brought very near to God. She had not known such stillness and content since the days at Scarby that had made her life terrible.
And, with it, her imagination rose up, a thing no longer crude, but full-grown, large-eyed, and powerful. It possessed itself of her tragedy. She had lain thus, nearly nine years ago, in that room at Scarby, thinking terrible thoughts. Now she saw terrible things. Peggy stirred in her sleep, and crept from her cot into her mother's bed. "Mummy, I'm so frightened." "What is it, darling?
He told me so." "When?" "At Scarby." Majendie scowled as he cursed Hannay in his heart. "He was a brute," he said, "to tell you that." "He wasn't. He was kind. He knew." "What did he know?" "That I would rather think that I was bad than that you were." "And would you?" "Yes I would now. Mr. Hannay spared me all he could. He didn't tell me that if you had died at Scarby it would have been my fault.
"The same woman, my dear lady, the same woman. Only a better saint. For the last three years, they say, he has been living with another woman." "Oh it's impossible. Impossible. He is away a great deal but " "He is away a great deal too often. Running up to Scarby every week in that yacht of his. In with the Ransomes and all that disreputable set." "Is Lady Cayley in Scale?"
The marvel was that, staying in the town where he lived and was known, she herself had not heard of it before. A peculiarly ugly thought visited her. Was it possible that Scarby was the very place where the scandal had occurred? She remembered now that, when she had first proposed that watering-place for their honeymoon, he had objected on the ground that Scarby was full of people whom he knew.
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