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Here Patience, in utter amaze, could not help crying out "Thou, Jeph! Thou couldst not read without spelling, and never would." He waved his hand. "My sister, what has carnal learning to do with grace?"
On then unwillingly they dragged, as if one foot would hardly come after the other. "Poor lads!" said Kenton, as he looked after them, "methinks that's enough to take the taste for soldiering out of thy mouth, son Jeph." "A set of poor-spirited rogues," returned Jeph contemptuously, as he nevertheless sauntered on so as to watch them down the lane.
He had only just time to answer, "No such thing," for people were coming about them by this time, one after another emerging from the cottages that stood around the village green. The women were all hotly angry with Jeph for going off and leaving his young brothers and sisters to shift for themselves.
"The child of a Midianitish woman!" exclaimed Jeph, "one of the Irish idolaters of whom it is written, 'Thou shalt smite them, and spare neither man, nor woman, infant, nor suckling." "But I am not Irish," broke out Emlyn, "I am from Worcestershire. My father is Serjeant Gaythorn, butler to Sir Harry Blythedale.
"Because I won't encourage smugglin'," said Jeph. "You've smuggled enough in yer young days yerself, you old villain; you might help a friend a bit; it won't be you as does it." "It's because I have smuggled w'en I was young that I won't do it now that I'm old, nor help anyone else to," retorted Jeph; "besides, you're no friend o' mine."
"They were Supple Rodger and Long Orrick," replied Tommy, "and a foul fiend is one of 'em, anyhow, as you'd have found out, old Jeph, if ye'd bin at home this evenin'. As for bein' out on sich a night as this, it seems to me ye han't got much more sense to boast of in this respect than I have. You'll ketch your death o' cold, old man." "Old man!" echoed Jeph, with a peculiar chuckle.
"I was in hopes 'twas the money box," said Blane. "Jeph has got the bag," said Patience. "More shame for him," growled their friend. Steadfast did not think it necessary to say that was not all the hoard. Another thing about which Patience was very anxious was the meal chest. With much difficulty they reached it.
He went into Bristol on market day as usual, and then it was, on his way out that Jeph joined him, saying it was to bid Patience and the little ones farewell, since the marching orders were for the morrow.
"You told no lie, and Jeph might have taken it all." "O! he would not have been so cruel," cried Patience. "He would not want Rusha and Ben to have nothing." Stead did not feel sure, and when Patience asked him where the hoard was, he shook his head, looked wise, and would not tell her.
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