Mrs. Severn: A Novel, Vol. 1 (of 3)Carter, Mary Elizabeth
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Mrs. Severn: A Novel, Vol. 1 (of 3)
Carter, Mary Elizabeth
Fiction
Borlase, looking round and noting with appreciation the exceptional
cleanliness and tidiness of the cottage, never dreamt that extreme
poverty lurked here. He had still to learn that they are often the
poorest who make the greatest efforts to appear least so, and that there
are women who manage a clean collar round their throats when they have
not a loaf of bread in the cupboard. The Marlowes were away, and there
was no soup-kitchen at the Hall that winter for those labourers on the
estate who cared to take advantage of it and no Miss Cynthia to inquire
after wife, husband, or children, and make notes of necessities in a
little morocco-leather note-book, which many knew well and had cause
to bless. Anna Hugo was also away on one of her visits to Rocozanne.
There was no one to befriend them. It was useless to go to Mrs. Severn;
and his heart was sore at the remembrance of various rebuffs in his
courtship which he had had from Dinah Constantine. Dinah had thought
Priscilla was throwing herself away; she knew her value and begrudged
losing her services. The more desperate he became, the more he shrank
from asking help.
One day, as he trudged back from Wonston with medicine, his dog caught
a hare in a hedge. He pocketed it and made Scilla some soup. This was
before the days of the Ground Game Acts, when it was a penalty to
touch a rabbit whose burrow was on the land a man rented. Kit snared
a few rabbits first. Almost every man at the Mires did the same and
the Admiral knew it. But they did it in a clumsy fashion that raised
no fears of more ambitious depredations. Kit, however, soon found
that there was an art in the practice and a blood-warming risk in its
pursuit. The grouse season was just out for that winter, but there were
other birds whose close time was not so strictly preserved. By the time
Priscilla was strong again he had acquired a skill that absorbed him and
had bent every resource of his mind to its success as a trade. She knew
nothing, but Hartas knew all. They stored their spoil in a dub in the
ling near the coal-pit, and the following winter this spoil was grouse.
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