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Updated: May 20, 2025
'Playing the harp nights, he makes your flesh creep; ah! and he makes the place all on a charm, like the spinneys in May month. And he says, "Sing!" says he, and I ups and sings, and whiles I don't never know what I bin singing. 'That I can well believe, said Vessons. Reddin swung round. 'What the devil are you doing here? he asked. 'I've come to say' Vessons' tone was dry 'as supper's burnt.
Hazel, always for adventure, said they would, and said also that she could hear the queen in one hive 'zeep-zeeping' that strange music which, like the maddeningly soft skirl of bagpipes or the fiddling of Ned Pugh, has power to lure living creatures away from comfort and full hives into the unknown so darkly sweet. 'I canna hear it, said Vessons obstinately. 'Go on! You're deaf, Mr. Vessons.
'What? after the old 'un? 'I wunna stay along of him! Vessons looked at her interestedly. Apparently she also was a devotee of his religion celibacy; one who dared to go against the explicit decrees of nature. 'I think the better of you, he said. 'So he's had his trouble for nothing, he chuckled. 'You can have my room. You shanna say Andrew Vessons inna a man of charitable nature.
You must write a letter, Hazel, to say you're safe and happy, and he's not to worry. 'But I amna. Reddin frowned at the spontaneity of this. But he made her write the note. 'Saddle the mare, Vessons, and take this to the Mountain. 'You dunna mind how much began Vessons. But Reddin cut him short. 'Get on, he said, and Vessons knew by the tone that he had better.
Still, he determined not to give up the search until he had found Hazel. He inquired at the Hunter's Arms, but Vessons had been there before him, and he was met by pleasant stupidity. Vessons was of the people, Reddin of the aristocracy, so the frequenters of the Hunter's Arms sided as one man against Reddin.
Into the parlour, at his own good time, Vessons brought the supper, and dumped it on the large round table, veneered like mahogany, heavily Victorian and ornamented with brass feet. There were bread and cheese, bacon, and a good deal of beer.
'I mun go! she whispered. 'Ah! You go, said Vessons, glad that for once duty and inclination went hand in hand. 'I'll send you, he added. 'Where d'yer live? She hesitated. 'You needna be frit to tell me, said Vessons. 'I'm six-and-sixty, and you're no more to me' he surveyed her flushing face contemplatively 'than the wold useless cat, he concluded.
James. He began to get in a panic. His bow was cursory. He pocketed the money furtively and read his name in a low, apologetic tone. But this would never do! He must pull himself together. He tried bravado. 'Mr. Vessons. Mr. James. Vessons stood immovable within arm's reach of Miss Clomber.
For though his personality was strong, that of the place was stronger. Half out of the soil, minded like the dormouse and the beetle, he was, by virtue of his unspoken passion, the protoplasm of a poet. Vessons took up the pose of one seeing a new patient. 'This young lady's lost her way, Reddin remarked. 'She 'as, God's truth! But you'll find it forra I make no doubt, sir.
'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.
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