Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Peddlers -- Fiction; Riots -- England -- Fens, The -- Fiction
'Well, then, so be it. It is your duty to see to her security. You
refuse to do your duty, so I shall take her. That is settled. Now, one
thing further. Will you make Kainie an allowance,—something to support
her,—even if you refuse her shelter?'
'Not a penny. I washed my hands of her mother, and I wash my hands of
her.'
'I feared this would be your answer,' said Mark, and drew a long
breath. 'I feared my application to you would be in vain. Nevertheless,
I considered myself bound to make it; I could not act till you had
refused to act; much as did Boaz when troubled concerning Ruth. You
finally refuse to give protection to Kainie in her loneliness, and at
this season of danger?'
'Ay, I do.'
'And refuse to furnish her with even a pittance out of your abundance?'
'Ay, I do.'
'You should blush to deny her what she needs.'
'I blush for her being in the world at all.'
Mark turned to go. Then Drownlands spoke out in strong tones—
'Stay! Now that you are here, I ask you to do me a favour. It is not
much—merely to witness a document, to attest my signature to my will.
I desire you to see me sign that, and it will be the best answer I can
make to your application on behalf of Kainie. Zita, call up Leehanna
Tunkiss.'
Mrs. Tunkiss was behind the door. She had been listening in the
passage, and now appeared in the doorway, after a short scuffle of
feet, to give a semblance of her having come from a distance.
'Do you want me, master?' she asked. 'I was in the midst of baking.'
'Stand there,' ordered Drownlands. Then, rising to his feet, he held up
the will and said, 'I have been making my last testament, and I desire
that you, Mark Runham, and you, Leehanna Tunkiss, should see me sign
it. But that will not suffice. I wish you to know its contents, and
then there can be no question relative to its genuineness; and, above
all, no delusions, no hopes, no schemes can be based on relationship,
fancied or real, that are doomed to disappointment.'
Drownlands looked round him. He saw a flicker in Leehanna's eye. She
was akin to him distantly, yet really.
'Zita and I have come to an understanding together,' said the yeoman,
in articulate words spoken slowly. 'Zita has promised that she will
remain with me, and will look after my house, rule over my servants,
attend to my comforts as long as I live. If you, Leehanna, choose to
remain with this understanding'—
'I shall do no such thing,' said the housekeeper, tossing her head. 'I
thought matters would come to this very quickly. I knew what the minx
was aiming at.'
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