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Updated: May 18, 2025
She had declared overnight that she did not require any one to sit up with her, but she now rang a little handbell, and in a few minutes a nurse appeared; Ruth Stockwool, an island woman and neighbour, whom Mrs. Pierston knew well, and who knew all Mrs. Pierston's history. 'I am so nervous that I can't stay by myself, said the widow.
Stockwool again stepped down, and informed them that Ike's presence had been made known to his wife. The truant quarrier seemed rather inclined to stay where he was and finish the mug of ale, but Pierston quickened him, and he ascended the staircase. As soon as the lower room was empty Pierston leant with his elbows on the table, and covered his face with his hands. Ike was absent no great time.
'Ah, he's so old-fashioned in his notions that he doesn't think like that. However, he's gone. 'Ah it is only a tiff between you, I dare say. I'll start him in business if he'll come.... Is the cottage at home still in your hands? 'Yes, it is my freehold. Grammer Stockwool is taking care o' it for me. 'Good.
She looked assent, and he went on: 'Now tell me all about it. Perhaps I can help you. Come, tell me. 'I can't! she murmured. 'Grammer Stockwool is upstairs, and she'll hear! Mrs. Stockwool was the old woman who had come to live with the girl for company since her mother's death. 'Then come into my garden opposite. There we shall be quite private.
Nobody answered his knock, and walking into the dining-room he found that no breakfast had been laid. His flashing thought was, 'Mrs. Pierston is dead. While standing in the room somebody came downstairs, and Jocelyn encountered Ruth Stockwool, an open letter fluttering in her hand. 'O Mr. Pierston, Mr. Pierston! The Lord-a-Lord! 'What? Mrs. Pierston 'No, no! Miss Avice! She is gone! yes gone!
Ruth Stockwool went back to her room, where, finding it would not be necessary to get up for another hour, she lay down again and soon slept. Her bed was close to the staircase, from which it was divided by a lath partition only, and her consciousness either was or seemed to be aroused by light brushing touches on the outside of the partition, as of fingers feeling the way downstairs in the dark.
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