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Varley was not given to nervous fears, but as she listened to the boy's recital of the slaughter of a party of white men, news of which had just reached the valley, her heart sank, and she prayed inwardly to Him who is the husband of the widow that her dear one might be protected from the ruthless hand of the savage.
'I wish there hadn't been the violence so much ugliness but perhaps it was inevitable. She watched him in silence. He seemed deadened. 'But where shall I stay? she asked, feeling humiliated. He thought for a moment. 'Here, with me, he said. 'We're married as much today as we shall be tomorrow. 'But 'I'll tell Mrs Varley, he said. 'Never mind now. He sat looking at her.
It was some time since Ned had seen his friend Bill Swinton, for Bill was now regularly at work in Mr. Mulready's factory and was only to be found at home in the evening, and Ned had been in no humor for going out. He now, however, felt inclined for a friendly talk again, and the next Sunday afternoon he started for Varley.
Stukeley was appointed the local secretary, partly because he was the leading spirit, partly because he alone among its members was able to write, and under his vigorous impulsion Varley became one of the leading centers of the organization in West Yorkshire. It was on a Saturday evening soon after Bill Swinton had become convalescent.
Varley, and had to effect a cruel severance of Val and Kitty in the midst of their kisses. 'Sudden friendships, said Gillian, from the superiority of her age. 'I do not think you are given that way, said Aunt Jane. 'Does the large family suffice for all of you? People are so different, added Aunt Ada. 'Yes, said Gillian. 'We have never been in the way of caring for any outsider.
No one of all the band assembled there on that day of rejoicing required to ask what it was all about. Had any one been in doubt for a moment, a glance at the centre of the crowd assembled round the gate of the western fortress would have quickly enlightened him. For there stood Dick Varley, and his mild-looking mother, and his loving dog Crusoe.
There are the dogs eating Jezebel, and such a jolly picture of the lion killing the prophet. I do want to see them! Varley told me! 'And Kitty told me, added Valetta. 'She is reading such a book to them. It is called The Beautiful Face, and is all about two children in a wood, and a horrid old grandmother and a dear old hermit, and a wicked baron in a castle! Do let us go, Gillyflower.
Spiritless, and utterly indifferent to what his fate might be, Dick Varley rode along with his head drooping, and keeping his seat almost mechanically, while the mettlesome little steed flew on over wave and hollow. Gradually he awakened from this state of despair to a sense of danger. Glancing round he observed that the Indians were now far behind him, though still pursuing.
'Yes, that is right, said Gillian, 'and I am glad you told no stories; but I wonder Emma Norton did not see what was going on. 'Oh, she is frightfully busy about her own. 'And Kitty Varley? 'Kitty is only going up for French and German. Miss Leverett is so angry. What do you think she will do to me, Gill? Expel me? 'I don't know -I can't guess. I don't know High School ways.
Up to that time "King Lud" had but few followers in Varley; but the fiery discourses in Little Bethel roused among the younger men a passionate desire to right their alleged wrongs, and to take vengeance upon those denounced as their oppressors, so the society recruited its numbers fast.
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