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"And supposing, Mabyn," he said slowly "supposing you and Wenna were to leave at ten, and that it is a beautiful clear night, you might walk down by the wood instead of the road; and then, supposing that you came out on the road down at the foot, and you found there a carriage and pair of horses " Mabyn began to look alarmed.
This October morning was more like a summer day: the air was mild and still, the blue sky without a cloud; the shining sea plashed around the rocks with the soft murmuring noise of a July calm. It was on these rocks long ago that Wenna Rosewarne had pledged herself to become the wife of Mr.
She made no sign, she breathed no sound, But the skyward road she had surely found. "Are you dreaming again, child?" said Mrs. Rosewarne to her daughter. "You are not a fit companion for a sick woman, who is herself dull enough. Why do you always look so sad when you look at the sea, Wenna?" The wan-faced, beautiful-eyed woman lay on a sofa, a book beside her.
Then he pulled sharply up in front of the inn, and George Rosewarne appeared. "Mr. Rosewarne, let me introduce you to my mother. She wants to see Miss Wenna for a few moments, if she is not engaged." Mr. Rosewarne took off his cap, assisted Mrs. Trelyon to alight, and then showed her the way into the house. "Won't you come in, Harry?" his mother said. "No."
Then she set out again, impatient over these delays, and yet determined not to let her courage sink. "Land ahead yet?" called out Wenna. "Ay, ay, sir, and the Lizard on our lee. Wind south-south-west and the cargo shifting a point to the east. Hurrah!" "Mabyn, they'll hear you a mile off."
That was Harry Trelyon's decision. For some time back he had been listening attentively. At length he said, "Don't you hear some one riding back there?" "Yes, I do," said Wenna, beginning to tremble. "I suppose it is Mr. Roscorla coming after us," the young man said coolly. "Now I think it would be a shame to drag the old gentleman halfway down to Plymouth. He must have had a good spell already.
Nothing would convince her that Wenna had done anything wrong, so there was no use speaking about it. "Wenna," she said in a low voice, "have you sent him any message?" "Oh no, no!" the girl said trembling. "I fear even to think of him; and when you mentioned his name, Mabyn, it seemed to choke me. And now I have to go back to Eglosilyan; and oh, if you only knew how I dread that, Mabyn!"
Then she hesitated, and for a minute or two she remained thoughtful and silent, while he was inwardly hoping that she was not going to draw back. Suddenly she looked up at him with earnest and anxious eyes. "Oh, Mr. Trelyon," she said, "this is a very serious thing. You you will be kind to our Wenna after she is married to you?" "You will see, Mabyn," he answered gently.
Barnes and from Wenna; and, curiously enough, he opened the reverend gentleman's first perhaps as schoolboys like to leave the best bit of a tart to the last. He read the letter over carefully; he sat down and read it again; then he put it before him on the table. He was evidently puzzled by it. "What does this man mean by writing these letters to me?" so Mr.
But now I find that my superintendence may be needed there for a long while. Just when everything promises so well I should not like to imperil all our chances simply for a year or two." "Oh no, of course not," Wenna said: she had no objection to his remaining in Jamaica for a year or two longer than he had intended.
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