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Marston produced a lozenge, which he ate reluctantly, chumbling it with nervous haste. He was so afraid that she would give him another that he told her his news. 'Thank you, she said, keeping her dignity in a marvellous manner. 'Mrs. Edward Marston, of course, wrote to the minister, but she forgot to give her address. 'Accidents will 'appen, Vessons remarked, as he went out.
Vessons and Hazel were spending the afternoon quarrelling about the bees. When Reddin was away, Hazel put off her new dignity and was Vessons' equal, because it was so dull to be anything else. Vessons tolerated her presence for the sake of the subacid remarks it enabled him to make, but chiefly because of the sardonic pleasure it gave him to remember how soon his resolve would be put into action.
So they arrived with a clatter, and were met at the door by Andrew Vessons knowing of eye as a blackbird, straw in mouth, the poison of asps on his tongue. Undern Hall, with its many small-paned windows, faced the north sullenly. It was a place of which the influence and magic were not good.
'So we'll say no more about it, he finished, with the frank and winning smile that was one of his few charms. Vessons stared at him for some time, and, as he stared, an idea occurred to him. It was, he felt, a good idea. It would enable him to keep his swan and his self-respect and to get rid of Hazel. As he pondered it, his face slowly creased into smiles.
Vessons, a beer-bottle in either hand, was so aghast at the pale apparition that he nearly dropped them. 'I thought it was a ghost, he said 'a comfortless ghost. 'So I be comfortless, Hazel said to Reddin when Vessons had retired. Her voice had a sound of tears in it, like a dark tide broken on rocks.
'I'd have you know, said Vessons, 'as I take 'em off neater ah! a deal neater. Bees and cows and yew-tree swans, he went on reflectively, 'I can manage better than any married man. For what he puts into matrimony I put into my work.
Hazel frowned; but she wanted a promise from Vessons, so she made no retort. 'You wunna tell 'im? she pleaded. ''Im? Never will I! Wild 'orses shanna drag it from me, nor yet blood 'orses, nor 'unters, nor cart-'orses, nor Suffolk punches! Vessons waxed eloquent, for again righteousness and desire coincided. He did not want a woman at Undern.
He returned angrily to his accounts. In the kitchen Vessons, very spondaic, was singing 'The Three Jolly Huntsmen. In a few minutes Hazel rose and lit a candle. She looked, as she walked to the door in her limp muslin dress, like the spectre of some unhappy creature of the past. 'Where are you going? asked Reddin. 'I thought to go to bed. 'I'm not ready. 'I'll go by my lonesome.
'Well, you are a simpleton! D'you think he'd have you back after this? The first time it was my fault, he thinks; but the second! It won't wash. He laughed. 'This time's your fault as much as the other. You made me come both times. There's Vessons! Leave me get up. 'No. Why should I? Vessons entered. 'This 'ere game of tether-ball, he said, 'fair makes me giddy.
Behind the black hill the sun had shouldered up, molten, and the shadow of Vessons, standing monkey-like on the lowest bar of the gate, lay on the stretch of wet clover behind him a purple, elfin creature, gifted with a prehensile dignity. The cows did not appear after his first call. He lifted his head and called again in a high plaintive tone, as one reasons with a fretful child.
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