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Updated: May 12, 2025
Stop that awful haunting and keep him from all this!" Kirsteen had listened, with one foot on the hearth in her favorite attitude. When the girl had finished she said quietly: "I'm not a witch, Nedda!" "But if it wasn't for you he would never have started. And now that poor Tryst's dead he would leave it alone. I'm sure only you can make him lose that haunted feeling." Kirsteen shook her head.
The first sensation in Felix on reading this effusion was poignant recollection of the little lawyer's look after Derek had made the scene at Tryst's committal and of his words: 'Nothing in it, is there? His second thought: 'Is this the cutting of the knot that I've been looking for? His third, which swept all else away: 'My poor little darling!
Kirsteen was washing breakfast things which had a leadless glaze, and Tryst's three children, extremely tidy, stood motionless at the edge of the little scullery, watching. When she had joined him in the kitchen Tod shut the door. "Two policemen," he said, "want Tryst. Are they to have him?"
The small fellow looked a fighter looked as if he would sympathize with Tryst's want of a woman about him. The tusky but soft-hearted little brute kept nodding his round, sparsely covered head while he listened, exuding a smell of lavender-water, cigars, and gutta-percha. When Felix ceased he said, rather dryly: "Sir Gerald Malloring? Yes. Sir Gerald's country agents, I rather think, are Messrs.
From this moment the boy knew that Tryst's fate was sealed.
Do you understand what all this means to Nedda? Do you realize how utterly unhappy you're making her? I don't suppose you're happy yourself " The boy's whole figure writhed. "Happy! When you've killed some one you don't think much of happiness your own or any one's!" Startled in his turn, Felix said sharply: "Don't talk like that. It's monomania." Derek laughed. "Bob Tryst's dead through me!
He slept not at all that night, and next morning was early at the court, for Tryst's case would be the first.
The small creature and her smaller brother shook their heads. "Go down and get them." Whispering and twisting back, they went, and by the side of the bed Tod sat down. In Tryst's eyes was that same look of dog-like devotion he had bent on Derek earlier that morning. Tod stared out of the window and gave the man's big hand a squeeze.
Passing Tryst's cottage, he noticed a 'fly' drawn up outside, and its driver talking to a woman in hat and coat at the cottage doorway. She avoided his eye. 'The wife's sister again! he thought. 'So that fellow's going to be an ass, too? Hopeless, stubborn lot! And his mind passed on to his scheme for draining the bottom fields at Cantley Bromage.
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