I was in a fever of impatience to see Miriam and hold her in my arms
again. I reckoned she must come from Micklehurst through Mossley, up by
Roaches, by the Royal George, and so down the slope past Willie Hole
Farm, on Shaw Hall Bank, and skirting Greenfield make the detour to St.
Chad's and the Church Inn--a long walk which I was very strongly minded
to lighten for her by my company. So I set off betimes, my heart full of
glad expectancy, my feet scarce seeming to touch the ground, my eyes, as
I neared the spot where I had calculated to meet her if she were to be
at the trysting spot at the appointed hour, straining ever far ahead of
me for the first glimpse of my loved one tripping lightly towards me.
But up to Roaches not a sign of Miriam! And there I sat me down upon a
low wall by the roadside and waited and waited and waited, but still no
glimpse of Miriam. I looked at my watch a score of times. I went into a
cottage hard by to time my old turnip-watch by a Dutch clock that ticked
solemnly in a corner, and that the cottager assured me was never more
than half an hour wrong either one way or another; then out into the
road again, and still no Miriam. The day was drawing in by now; in
another hour dusk would be upon us. A sense, a sick foreboding of
calamity obsessed me. Clearly I had missed Miriam. What a fool I had
been not to abide her coming along with Ruth, at the Church inn. I had
had my walk for my pains, and now, belike, Ruth and Miriam would be at
Saddleworth, and I would be hard put to it to overtake them. A long last
gaze down the road to Mossley, and then I set off at a mighty pace for
the Church Inn, reaching it something after the half hour past three
o'clock.
Neither Ruth nor Miriam were to be seen. I asked of the landlady if she
had seen ought of a young woman standing about as if expecting to meet
someone. Yes, she had seen such a one, half an hour gone, or maybe
threequarters, or maybe an hour. "What like of a young women? Was she
tall and dark?" How should she know? She'd something else to do than
take notice of all the young women that loitered about looking for their
fellies.
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