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You have done nothing and said nothing of which any man, however mean and suspicious, could complain. Perhaps I was too hasty in speaking of my love for you. In that case I've got to pay for my folly." "And it is folly, Mr. Trelyon," she said passionately, and yet with nothing but tenderness in her face. "How could you have thought of marrying me?
This is the only thing that will save her." "That is precisely what I said to you," Trelyon said eagerly, for he was afraid of losing so invaluable an ally. "And you will be very, very kind to her?" "I'm not good at fine words, Mabyn. You'll see."
Next morning, as Mabyn Rosewarne was coming briskly up the Trevenna road, carrying in her arms a pretty big parcel, she was startled by the appearance of a young man, who suddenly showed himself overhead, and then scrambled down the rocky bank until he stood beside her. "I've been watching for you all the morning, Mabyn," said Trelyon. "I I want to speak to you. Where are you going?" "Up to Mr.
Trelyon, Wenna is easily hurt. You must speak gently to her." About a minute afterward Wenna, having laid her hat and shawl aside, came into the room. When she found Trelyon there alone, she almost shrank back, and her face paled somewhat: then she forced herself to go forward and shake hands with him, though her face still wore a frightened and constrained look.
I'm not going to break my neck yet a while, Miss Wenna; so don't you think I'm going to let you off your promise to pay me back for those sewing-machines." "I have told you, Mr. Trelyon," she said with some dignity, "that we shall pay you back every farthing of the price of them." He began to whistle in an impertinent manner.
At this juncture Mrs. Trelyon struck in, somewhat wildly, with a remark about an old ruined house which seemed to have had at one time a private still inside: the danger was staved off for the moment. "Harry," she said, "mind what you are about: the horses seem very fresh." "Yes, they like a good run: I suspect they've had precious little to do since I left Cornwall."
Nor did I expect that to come from my own sister, who ought to know what my true relations are with regard to Mr. Trelyon. I like him very much, as I told him to his face two days before we left Eglosilyan; and that will show you what our relations are.
"I don't know what you mean by good looks," said Trelyon shortly. "I shouldn't think people would call him an Adonis. But there's no accounting for tastes." "Perhaps I may have been mistaken," the old lady said, "but there was a gentleman at Plymouth Station who seemed to be something like what I can recall of Mr. Roscorla: you didn't see him, I suppose?"
By the way, Mr. Trelyon, I must bring something to eat with me, and some wine she will be so nervous, and the long journey will tire her." "You will be at Mr. Trewhella's, Mabyn: you can't go carrying things about with you." "I could bring a bit of cake in my pocket," Mabyn suggested, but this seemed even to her so ludicrous that she blushed and laughed, and agreed that Mr.
"Well, Wenna, you needn't cry about it," her mother said gently. "It is of no great consequence. Of course every one must please himself in choosing his friends; and I quite admit that Mr. Trelyon is not likely to be hindered by anything that any person may say. Don't take it so much to heart, child: go and get on your things, and get back some of the cheerfulness you had while he was here.
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