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His suspicious nature took fright and Tarrant's dark, bright eyes seemed to read his secret and search his soul. "Yes, a portrait of Joan Tregenza was painted here last spring, but not by a Newlyn man. How does that interest you?" "Awnly sideways. 'Tedn' nothin' to me. I knaws the parties an' wanted to see the picksher if theer weern't no objection."
By and by the door opened but a very little way and through the chink old Tregenza peered out at him gaunt, shaggy, grey of hair and of face, his beard and his very eyebrows powdered with sawdust. "Kindly welcome," said Tregenza, blinking against the light. "You won't say that when I've done wi' you," said the Elder to himself. "Won't you step inside?" asked Tregenza.
Genuine grief accompanied the obsequies of Joan Tregenza, and her uncle's sorrow touched even men to visible grief and sympathy; but there was no heart to break for the heart which had itself come so near to breaking, there was no mighty wellspring of love to be choked with tears for one who had herself loved so much.
What is more, day by day he found himself looking forward to it. That Tregenza also looked forward to it might be read in the invariable eagerness of his welcome; and this was even harder to explain, because the Elder never failed to harp seldom, indeed, relaxed harping on old misdeeds and the lost insurance money.
'Tis all wan now. Wanton or no wanton, she've flummoxed me this day. The giglot lied an' said the thing that was not. She'm not o' the Kingdom the fust Tregenza as ever lied the fust." "God send it edn' as bad as it do look, master. 'Er caracter belike ban't gone. S'pose as she'm married?" "Hould your clack, wummon. I be thinkin'." He was thinking, indeed.
Thomasin Tregenza scuffled into her clothes while he babbled, and now, bidding him sleep in a shaking voice, putting out the candle and taking the matches with her, she fled into the night to rouse her neighbors and summon a doctor. She forgot all her other troubles before this overwhelming tragedy.
The next moment he was gasping again, as his gaze travelled out to the back-court. "Good Lord, what's that?" "Eh?" Tregenza followed his gaze "You mean to tell me you ha'n't heard? Well, well. . . . You live too much alone, Elder; you take my word. That's the terrible thing about riches. They cut you off from your fellows. But only to think you never heard tell o' my boat!"
There were but few Tregenzas left and soon there would be none unless Tom carried on the name. Michael was the quintessence of the Tregenza spirit, the fruit of generations, the high-water mark. He stood on that giddy pinnacle which has religious mania for its precipice. To damn a dead woman was easier than to accept a wanton daughter.
Then he remembered her last promise: to see his ship go down Channel from their old meeting-place upon Gorse Point; and the memory, thus revived by the actual spectacle of Joan Tregenza looking her last at his vanishing vessel, brought the wild cry to Noy's lip with the wringing of his heart.
He poured out a large tub of fresh water and washed himself; he even cleaned his nails and teeth hyberbolic refinements that made the baser sort laugh at him behind his back. At the meal which followed his toilet Tregenza talked to his wife and daughter upon various subjects. He spoke slowly and from the lungs with the deep echoing voice of one used to vocal exercise in the open air.
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