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Don't excite her too much otherwise the company's the best thing in the world for her." The days then, were to be dedicated to her service. He knew, of course, that at the end of it and the end could not be far distant he would go to Scaw House and remain there; meanwhile the thing was postponed. He would not think about it.
It was as though suddenly Dawson's had never existed a dream, a fantasy, a delirium something that had left no external things behind it and had only in the effect that it had worked upon himself spiritually made its mark. He faced his House.... Scaw House had seemed to him, during these last three years, merely an interlude at Dawson's.
But she just closed both her burning hands about his cold one, made him sit down in a chair by her side and, trembling with the excited joy of having him with her, forced him to determine that, whatever came of it, he would keep his troubles from her, would let her know nothing of his old chuckling father and the shadowy welcome that Scaw House had flung over him, would be still the Peter that he had been when he had seen her last in London.
"No, I haven't cleared it that's just the point. I don't suppose one ever clears anything. All the time I was with Zanti I was reading so hard and living so safely that it was only at moments, when I was alone, that I thought about Treliss at all. But these last weeks it's been coming on me full tide." "What's been coming on you?" "Well, Scaw House, I suppose ... and my father and grandfather.
We rounded the Scaw in a thick mist, saw the remains of four ships that had run aground upon it, and were nearly run into ourselves by a clumsy merchantman, whom we had the relief of being able to abuse in our native vernacular, and the most racy sea-slang. Those five last days were certainly the only tedious period of the whole cruise.
Treliss sparkled and glittered the stones of the market-place held the heat of the sun as though it had been midsummer and the Grey Tower lifted its old head proudly to the blue sky the sea was so warm that bathing was possible and in the heart of the brown fields there was a whisper of early spring. But all of this touched Scaw House not at all.
That old Peter Westcott had indeed been flung out of the high window of Norah Monogue's room. Leaving Scaw House on his right he struck through the dark belt of trees and came out at the foot of the Grey Hill. The dark belt of cloud was spreading now fast across the blue soon it would catch the sun the Tower itself was already swallowed by a cold grey shadow.
"Oh, I don't know ... just to let loose the whole thing I did break out once at Brockett's I've never told anybody, but I got badly drunk one night and then went back with some woman.... Oh! it was all filthy but I was mad, wild, for hours ... insane and that night, in the middle of it all, sitting there as plainly as you please, there in Scaw House, I saw my father as plainly as I see you "
Peter told her most things on the first day that he had tea with her and everything on the second. He told her about his boyhood Treliss, Scaw House, his father, Stephen. He told her about Brockett's and Bucket Lane. He told her, finally, about Clare Rossiter. He always remembered one thing that she said at this time.
"I'm not going to tell you the port of discharge," said Captain Cable, "because in doing that I should run foul of other people who acted square by me, and I'll act square by them. I'll tell you one thing, though, I sighted the Scaw light on that voyage. You can have that bit of information you, that's half a sailor. You can put that in your pipe and smoke it."
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