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The reddleman spoke huskily, and looked into the garden. "Who gave her away?" "Miss Vye." "How very remarkable! Miss Vye! It is to be considered an honour, I suppose?" "Who's Miss Vye?" said Clym. "Captain Vye's granddaughter, of Mistover Knap." "A proud girl from Budmouth," said Mrs. Yeobright. "One not much to my liking. People say she's a witch, but of course that's absurd."
They stepped from the rock of the passage onto a springy turf which gave elastically to their tread. Vye's sandal struck a round stone. It started from its bed in the black-green vegetation, turned over so that round pits stared eyelessly up at him. He was faced by the fleshless grin of a human skull.
Why should there have been a bonfire again by Captain Vye's house if not for the same purpose?" "Yes, yes I own it," she cried under her breath, with a drowsy fervour of manner and tone which was quite peculiar to her. "Don't begin speaking to me as you did, Damon; you will drive me to say words I would not wish to say to you.
Then he was bringing one of those precious bulbs, raising it to Hume's eager mouth, squeezing a portion of its contents between the man's cracked and bleeding lips. Somehow they made that trip back to the valley gate. When they saw their goal, Hume broke from Vye's hold, tottered forward with a cry not far removed from a sob. He rebounded to slip full length to the ground and lie there.
Vye clung to his perch as the thing flopped back into deeper water from a froth of beaten foam, leaving a patch of odorous scum and slime to bracelet the waterlogged wood. He ran for the shelter of the trees to get away. This time there was no rear, no thump of feet in warning. Out of the ground itself, or so it seemed to Vye's startled terror, reared one of the tusked beasts.
Miss Vye's family is a good one on her mother's side; and her father was a romantic wanderer a sort of Greek Ulysses." "It is no use, Thomasin; it is no use. Your intention is good; but I will not trouble you to argue. I have gone through the whole that can be said on either side times, and many times. Clym and I have not parted in anger; we have parted in a worse way.
Then he tried the only action he had been able to think out. That beast Hume had killed had been too heavy to swing up in trees. But Vye's own weight now did not prohibit that form of travel. With spear and ray tube firmly attached to him, Vye climbed into the first tree. A slim chance but his only defense against a possible ambush.
It was enough that the tablets had banished the pain now. "Seared a little," he said. "You've a bad cut on your head." Hume frowned. "Can we make the flitter?" Vye moved, then relaxed quickly into his former position. "Not now," he evaded, knowing that neither of them would be able to take that climb. "Beam on?" Hume repeated Vye's thoughts of moments before. "Patrol coming?"
"Hume " Vye was startled at the sound of his own voice, so thready and weak, and by the fact that he found it difficult to speak at all. The other's head turned; now the eyes were on him and there was a spark of awareness in them. "Wass?" The whisper was as strained as his own had been. "In there." Vye's hand lifted from Hume's chest indicating the valley. "Not good." Hume blinked again.
What should I have to give you to lend me your things, to let me take your place for an hour or two on Monday night, and on no account to say a word about who or what I am? You would, of course, have to excuse yourself from playing that night, and to say that somebody a cousin of Miss Vye's would act for you.
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