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My father and his folk had been out with lanterns after me; and there they found me, sure enough, in a dead faint on the ground. But this I know, sir, that those words have never left my mind since for a day together; and I know that they will be fulfilled in me this tide, or never. Lancelot was silent a few minutes. 'I suppose, Tregarva, that you would call this your conversion?
In a moment Tregarva was by the old man's side, and lifted him tenderly up. 'They've done for me, Paul. Old Harry's got his gruel. He's heard his last shot fired. I knowed it 'ud come to this, and I said it. Eh?
'I wish I'd caught them here, quoth Tregarva, grimly enough; 'though I don't think they came, or I should have seen the track on the banks. 'But he sayed like, as how he should be down here again about pheasant shooting. 'Trust him for it. Let us know, now, if you see him. 'And that I will, too. I wouldn't save a feather for that 'ere old rascal, Harry.
Lancelot had been already perfectly astonished at the foulness of language which prevailed; and the utter absence of anything like chivalrous respect, almost of common decency, towards women. But lo! the language of the elder women was quite as disgusting as that of the men, if not worse. He whispered a remark on the point to Tregarva, who shook his head.
What self-respect could we keep, Worse housed than your hacks and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep?" 'And yet he has the impudence to say he don't mean me! grumbled the old man. Tregarva winced a good deal as if he knew what was coming next; and then looked up relieved when he found Lancelot had omitted a stanza which I shall not omit.
One would think so. But the prophecies are against that. 'As folks happen to read them just now. A hundred years hence they may be finding the very opposite meaning in them. Come, Tregarva, Suppose I teach you a little of the learning, and you teach me a little of the Gospel do you think we two could mend the world between us, or even mend Whitford Priors? 'God knows, sir, said Tregarva.
If the devil don't have he, I don't see no use in keeping no devil. But I minds them as has mercy on me, though my name is Crawy. Ay, he added, bitterly, ''tain't so many kind turns as I gets in this life, that I can afford to forget e'er a one. And he sneaked off, with the deaf dog at his heels. 'How did that fellow get his name, Tregarva? 'Oh, most of them have nicknames round here.
At the door below, a haggard woman was looking anxiously down the village. 'What's the matter, Mistress Cooper? asked Tregarva. 'Here's Mrs. Grane's poor girl lying sick of the fever the Lord help her! and the boy died of it last week.
You, for aught I know, may know more of Him than Tregarva does. The gulf between you and him is this: he has obeyed what he knew and you have not. . . . Lancelot paused a moment, then 'No! do not cheat me! You said once that you were a churchman. 'So I am. A Catholic of the Catholics. What then? 'Who is He to whom you ask me to turn?
'And I am thinking, Tregarva, that both for ladies and gentlemen, prevention is better than cure. 'There's a great change come over Miss Argemone, sir. She used not to be so ready to start out at midnight to visit dying folk. A blessed change! Lancelot thought so too, and he thought that he knew the cause of it.
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