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The intervening years had brought an added gentleness to her character; they had made mellower her dear face, now ruddy and round, though wrinkled. Folks said she had looked happier and happier, and had talked less and less, as the time wore on. It had become a saying in Wythburn that the dame of Shoulthwaite Moss was never seen without a smile, and never heard to say more than "God bless you!"
The next two witnesses were a laborer from Wythburn, who spoke again to passing Sim on the road on the night of the murder, and meeting Wilson a mile farther north, and Sim's landlord, who repeated his former evidence. There was a stir in the court as counsel announced his last witness. A woman among the spectators was muttering something that was inaudible except to the few around her.
When Ralph returned to Wythburn he brought with him a companion much older than himself, who forthwith became an inmate of his father's home, taking part as a servant in the ordinary occupations of the male members of the household. This man had altogether a suspicious and sinister aspect which his manners did nothing to belie.
He was not yet, however, entirely rewarded for his share in the day's proceedings. He had almost reached Wythburn on his return home when he had the singular ill-fortune to encounter Liza. That young damsel was huddled, rather than seated, on the back of a horse, the property of one of the mourners whom Rotha had succeeded in hailing to their rescue.
In this quiet life his daughter was his sole companion. There was no sight in Wythburn more touching than to see this girl solacing her father's declining years, meeting his wishes with anticipatory devices, pampering him in his whims, soothing him in the imaginary sorrows sometimes incident to age, even indulging him with a sort of pathetic humor in his frequent hallucinations.
"Maybe ye'r like the rest on us: ye can make nowt on him, back ner edge." "Right now, great sage; the sun doesn't shine through him." "He's a great lounderan fellow," said one of the dalesmen, speaking into the pewter at his mouth. He was the blacksmith of Wythburn. "What do you say?" asked Monsey. "Nowt!" the man growled sulkily. "So ye said nowt?" inquired Matthew. "Nowt to you, or any of you."
The head of the house, Angus Ray, came to the district early in life from the extreme Cumbrian border. He was hardly less than a giant in stature. He had limbs of great length, and muscles like the gnarled heads of a beech. Upon settling at Wythburn, he speedily acquired property of various kinds, and in the course of a few years he was the largest owner of sheep on the country side.
It must have been those very taistrels, it must. I was looking at them the minute you came up. See, there they are there beyond the ghyll on the mere side of yon big bowder. But they'll be at the top in a crack, that they will and the best man in Wythburn will be taken and there's no help, no help." The little man strode up and down, his long, nervous fingers twitching at his beard.
When the pair started away from Kendal, Sim had clearly no thought but that their destination was to be Wythburn.
'Of course you know you behaved abominably that next day at Wythburn! You kept that whole party waiting while you ran after us. And I hadn't dropped that bag. You knew very well I hadn't dropped it! He chuckled. 'It did as well as anything else. I got five minutes' talk with you. I found out where you lodged. 'Poor papa! said Nelly reflectively 'he was so puzzled.
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