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And for himself patches of blackout. At some time they had come to the cave and Hume had collapsed, not rousing in answer to any of Vye's struggles to awaken him. How long they had been there Vye could not tell now. He had the fear of being left alone in this place. With water perhaps Hume could be returned to consciousness, but that was all gone.
There was a solemn silence, and looking from the window, which was unshuttered and unblinded, Timothy said, "Well, what a fess little bonfire that one is, out by Cap'n Vye's! 'Tis burning just the same now as ever, upon my life." All glances went through the window, and nobody noticed that Wildeve disguised a brief, telltale look.
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.
"'Tis a cousin of Miss Vye's, come to take Charley's place from curiosity. He was obliged to go and look for the heath-croppers that have got into the meads, and I agreed to take his place, as he knew he couldn't come back here again tonight. I know the part as well as he."
"Because I was coming home from Miss Vye's bonfire." "Beest hurt?" "No." "Why, yes, you be your hand is bleeding. Come under my tilt and let me tie it up." "Please let me look for my sixpence." "How did you come by that?" "Miss Vye gied it to me for keeping up her bonfire." The sixpence was found, and the man went to the van, the boy behind, almost holding his breath.
There was a solemn silence, and looking from the window, which was unshuttered and unblinded, Timothy said, "Well, what a fess little bonfire that one is, out by Cap'n Vye's! 'Tis burning just the same now as ever, upon my life." All glances went through the window, and nobody noticed that Wildeve disguised a brief, telltale look.
Vye's own imagination supplied a second reason, a revolting one he tried to deny to himself even as he put it into words: "That broken spine food...." Vye wanted Hume to contradict him, but the Hunter only glanced around, his expression already sufficient answer. "Let's get out of here!" Vye was fighting down panic with every ounce of control he could summon, trying not to bolt for the crevice.
"I might have believed you if you had kept yourself free from entanglements; but this woman if she had been a good girl it would have been bad enough; but being " "She is a good girl." "So you think. A Corfu bandmaster's daughter! What has her life been? Her surname even is not her true one." "She is Captain Vye's granddaughter, and her father merely took her mother's name.
Which made sense. Except that to sit here, quietly, in their cramped quarters, not knowing what might be waiting outside, was an ordeal Vye found increasingly harder to bear. Maybe Hume guessed his discomfort, maybe he was following routine procedure. But he turned, thumbed open one of the side panels in Vye's compartment, and dug out the emergency supplies.
Vye's body, touching earth with knee and hand as he crouched, picked up a vibration. Whatever came towards them walked heavily. Did the smell of death draw it now? Or had it trailed them from the closed gate? Hume's breath hissed lightly between his teeth. He was sighting the ray tube through a leaf gap. A snuffling, heavier than a man's panting.
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