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Updated: May 23, 2025
His mind and heart were full of the thought that he was going to spend the afternoon with Nancy Tresize, the fairest girl in a county of fair women. For years Bob had loved her loved her with a love which seemed to him all the greater because it appeared to be hopeless.
Precisely at the time announced the speakers appeared on the platform amidst a tumult of shouting, and then Bob's heart gave a great leap, for he saw that Nancy Tresize, with several other ladies, followed the old Admiral. In spite of himself his eyes were drawn towards her as if by a magnet. He tried to look away from her, but could not, and then, when he least expected it, her gaze caught his.
''Myes, I suppose you are right, Mrs Tresize assented with a little sigh, and forthwith shifted the conversation. 'But taste your brandy, please, and tell me how you like it though, to be sure, it won't compare with Squire Peneluna's. It was, nevertheless, good sound brandy, genuine juice of the grape, soft and well-matured. The doctor after a sip nodded his approval.
'Amen, said Mrs Tresize; 'and meanwhile you'd best go and stable the horse while I hear particulars. Tryphena slipped out into the yard, the sheep dogs following. The doctor would have helped her, but she took the lamp from his hand, replaced it in its socket and set about unharnessing without further to-do, coaxing Dapple the while to stand steady.
'Oh! said Mrs Tresize shortly, and called down the passage behind her 'Tryphena, come here! Two sheep dogs followed her growling, but at her command grew tractable and made no demonstration beyond running around the doctor and sniffing at his legs. Tryphena, too who, like her mistress, was fully dressed betrayed no surprise.
I understand that Nancy Tresize is going away as a Red Cross nurse, almost at once." Bob's heart fluttered wildly as he heard her name. "Captain Trevanion stayed at Penwennack last night. Naturally the Admiral admires him more than ever. The Captain and Nancy motored to Land's End yesterday afternoon." Her every word was like a sword thrust into the young fellow's heart.
How could she, Nancy Tresize, who came from a race of fighters, accept such paltry excuses? Christianity to her meant the highest code of honour: it meant faithfulness to promise, it meant honour, it meant truth, it meant defending the weak and in all this Bob had failed. And yet she loved him.
Bob, on the other hand, sent his ball straight and true over the guiding-post. "Fine shot," was the general remark. "Too far," said Dick Tresize. "That ball's over the green and gone down the cliff. I'd rather be where Trevanion is." He proved to be right. Bob had got into a well-nigh impossible place and lost another hole. "Beastly luck," remarked Dick. "That's not a fair hole."
Shall she be unworthy of the names of Trelawney, Killigrew, Boscawen, Carew, Tresize, and Trevanion? Never!" To Bob's chagrin he was led to a seat close to the platform. Evidently the man who took him there, wanted him, as the son of one who had been, perhaps, the most respected man in the town, to have a place of honour. In a few minutes the audience was singing patriotic songs.
But he still wore a woman's bodice, though half the buttons were burst; and a sun-bonnet, with strings still knotted about his throat, dangled at the back of his shoulders like a hood. He was a full-blooded man, slightly obese, with a villainous pair of eyes that blinked in the sudden lamp-light. He was dangerous, too, between anger and terror. But Mrs Tresize gave him no time.
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