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Hunter's Spinney, a conical hill nearly as high as God's Little Mountain, lay between that range and Undern. It was deeply wooded; only its top was bare and caught the light redly. It was a silent and deserted place, cowled in ancient legends. Here the Black Huntsman stalled his steed, and the death-pack coming to its precincts, ceased into the hill.
So she waited in the road, half snow and half water, and thought with regret of Undern and its great fire of logs, and the green rich dress, and Reddin with his force and virility, loud voice, and strong teeth. He was so very much alive in a world where old men would keep dying.
It was symbolic of Hazel's whole life that she came in this way both to Undern and the Mountain as bare of woman's regalia as a winter leaf is of substance. Hazel was speaking when he entered. He stood still, astonished and suspicious. 'Who are you talking to? he asked. She turned. 'Him above, she said. 'I was saying the prayer Ed'ard learnt me.
'My little small cub as I took and reared. 'Oh! you reared it, did you? 'Ah. She didna like having no mam. I'm her mam now. Reddin had been looking at her as thoughtfully as his rather maudlin state allowed. He had decided that she should stay at Undern and be his mistress.
When, after tea, she crept from the house, she was crying crying at leaving Edward, the master and the comrade of her unknown self. It was as if she gave up immortality. Yet she was relieved to be going that is, if she could stay at Undern. Both her tears and her relief were natural. The pity was that body and soul had been put in opposition by belonging to different men.
So Sally Haggard usually spent most of the money earned by Reddin's stallion, 'The Pride of Undern.
'If you like. He spoke doubtfully, wondering what his mother would think of it. 'And shall we sit down to our dinners at a table with a cloth on like at She stopped. She could not tell him about Undern. 'Like the gentry? she finished. 'Yes, dear. 'And will you tell that sleepy old lady as lives along, of you
'Never tell him, she said, looking up. 'Never in life, said Vessons. Hazel hesitated. 'Never tell him, she added, 'unless he asks a deal and canna rest. 'He may ask till Doomsday, said Vessons, 'and he may be restless as the ten thousand ghosses that trapse round Undern when the moon's low, but I'll ne'er tell 'im. Hazel sighed, and turned to climb the hill.
He was a lonely soul, as he once said himself when unusually mellow at the Hunter's Arms; he was 'wi'out mother, wi'out father, wi'out descent. He preferred it to the ties of family. He liked living with Reddin because they never spoke except of necessity, and because he was quite indifferent to Reddin's welfare and Reddin to his. But to Undern itself he was not indifferent.
She remembered its echoing rooms and the sound as of dresses rustling that came along the passages while she put on the green gown. Undern made her more homesick than the parsonage. Edward had gone. She had said she wanted to stay with her father, and Edward had thought her a sweet daughter and had acquiesced, though sadly. Now she was awaiting Reddin.
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