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A vision of that exact, fastidious, wandering spirit called Frances Fleeming Freeland that spirit strangely compounded of domination and humility, of acceptation and cynicism; precise and actual to the point of desert dryness; generous to a point that caused her family to despair; and always, beyond all things, brave.
Frances Freeland, in the window, wasted no thoughts, but began to run over in her mind the exact operations necessary to defeat this illness of darling Derek's. Her fingers continually locked and interlocked themselves with fresh determinations; her eyes, fixed on imaginary foods, methods of washing, and ways of keeping him quiet, had an almost fanatical intensity.
And something very deep down, very mossed and crusted over in John's heart, beat and stirred, and hurt him. Nedda he had caught her looking at that young fellow just as Anne had once looked at him, John Freeland, now an official fogey, an umbrella in a stand. There was a policeman! How ridiculous the fellow looked, putting one foot before the other, flirting his lantern and trying the area gates!
The sound of his voice was utterly unlike his own, and Kirsteen, starting forward, put her arm round him. "It's all right, Mother. They've chucked me." At that moment, when all, save his mother, wanted so to express their satisfaction, Frances Freeland alone succeeded. "I'm so glad, darling!"
For the moment Frances Freeland could do nothing but tremulously interlace her fingers. "Oh, but, darling," she said very gravely, "have you thought?" "I think of nothing else, Granny." "But has he thought?" Nedda nodded. Frances Freeland sat staring straight before her. Nedda and Derek, Derek and Nedda!
We did not seek to overthrow them, but to escape from them. As for Mr. Freeland, we all liked him, and would have gladly remained with him, as freeman. LIBERTY was our aim; and we had now come to think that we had a right to liberty, against every obstacle even against the lives of our enslavers.
'T any rate, I'd take the chances of a lickin' jest once fer that's what it meant an' I up an' put fer the village lickity-cut. I done them four mile lively, I c'n tell ye, an' the stun-bruises never hurt me once. "When I got down to the village it seemed to me as if the hull population of Freeland County was there.
She had never told even Stanley her ambition that at Becket, under her aegis, should be laid the foundation-stone of the real scheme, whatever it might be, that should regenerate 'the Land. Stanley would only have laughed; even though it would be bound to make him Lord Freeland when it came to be known some day....
"Where you goin'?" as he got out of his chair. "Goin' to git my cap," he answered. "Dum the dum things! I don't believe the's a fly in Freeland County that hain't danced the wild kachuky on my head sence we set here. Be I much specked?" he asked, as he bent his bald poll for her inspection. "Oh, go 'long!" she cried, as she gave him a laughing push.
Freeland, made to me just before leaving for the jail namely: that they had been allured into the wicked scheme of making their escape, by me; and that, but for me, they would never have dreamed of a thing so shocking!
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