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In return, the Vicar had hunted up some county histories and heraldic works in the library at Tredinnis, and was now busy re-emblazoning with his own hand the devices carved on the Moyle pew. Little by little, too, the congregation had grown. The people came shyly at first. They mistrusted the Established Church. But they treated the Vicar with politeness when he visited them.
No, no" this to the Bryanite "we'll go back. I'll show 'ee sport we'll hunt th' old Divvle by scent and view to-night. I'm Squire Moyle, ain't I? And I've a pack o' hounds, ha'n't I? Back, boys back, I tell 'ee!" Lizzie Pezzack swung her torch. "Back back to Tredinnis!" The crowd took up the cry, "Back to Tredinnis!"
"D'ee hear what they say? I'm saved. I'm the Squire of this parish, and I'm goin' to Heaven. I make no account of you and your church. Old Satan's the fellow I'm after, and I'm going to have him out o' this parish to-night or my name's not Squire Moyle." "That's of it, Squire!" "Hunt 'en!" "Out with 'en!" He turned on the crowd. "Hunt 'en? Iss fay I will! Come along, boys back to Tredinnis!
I return to Tredinnis to-morrow; so your news, whatever it is, must be addressed to me there. But it is safe to be good news." "Your friend," "HONORIA." "TREDINNIS, Nov. 27, 18 ." "MOST HONOURED SCHOLAR, Behold me, an hour ago, a great lady, seated in lonely grandeur at the head of my own ancestral table.
"What was that you said?" he asked, when at length he tore himself away and caught up with Honoria. "That was a horrid story you told. It spoiled my afternoon, and I'll trouble you not to tell any more of the sort." A broad terrace ran along the southern front of Tredinnis House. It had once been decorated with leaden statues, but of these only the pedestals remained.
Sea and sky had melted into one; only now and then white surf line heaved into sight, and melted back into grey. After breakfast he and his father started to battle their way to Tredinnis House, while Humility barricaded the door behind them. Taffy wore a suit of oilers, of which he was mightily proud. They made their way under the lee of the towans to escape the stinging sand.
He could see the dark figures of men and women, passing between him and the nearest, on the high wastrel in front of Tredinnis great gates. Their voices reached him in a confused murmur, broken now and then by a child's scream of delight. And yet a hush seemed to hang over sea and land: an expectant hush. For weeks the sky had not rained.
"Why not?" she asked, looking at him sullenly. "Oh, no reason at all." "There might ha' been a reason," said she, speaking low and hurriedly. "You might ha' saved me from this, Mr. Raymond; and her too; one time, you might." "Why, what on earth is the matter?" He looked up. The Tredinnis carriage and pair of grays came over the knoll at a smart trot, and drew up before the gate. "Matter?"
May is an unlucky month. It shall be a week even a fortnight earlier, if that fits in with your vacation, and you care to come. See how obliging I am! I yield to you what I have refused to Sir Harry. We shall try to persuade the Bishop to come and open the church on the same day." "Always your friend," "HONORIA." "TREDINNIS, February 21. 18 ."
One Sunday the old Squire did not come to church; and again on the next Wednesday, at the harvest festival, Honoria sat alone in the Tredinnis pew. The shadow was on his mother's face as he chatted about this on their way home to the Parsonage; but the boy did not perceive it. He loved his parents, but their lives lay outside his own, and their sayings and doings passed him like a vain show.
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