Americans -- England -- Fiction; West Country (England) -- Fiction
"As to that, my Mary heard him tell Missis something about a
canal somewheres that's gone scat; an' the lady turned white as
curds an' went in her chamber for to get over it unseen," answered
Woodman. "If you ax me, I reckon he'm driven for money.
When I spoke to un of half a dozen more drashels,[*] as wouldn't
have cost half-a-crown, he got so touchy as proud-flesh, an' told
me to run out of his sight, an' said us was a lot o' lazy
good-for-nothing hirelings as never thought of his pocket. Of course he
was round next day as usual with a cheerful word an' the money;
but I tented un to the quick when I axed for it first."
[*] _Drashels_: Flails.
"An' that's why Miss Grace have got to marry Mr. Norcot, no
doubt," declared Beer. "'Tis so much for her father's good as
her own belike."
He nodded to where Grace rode past the barn. She was clad in
a snug, short habit of purple Totnes serge; and upon her hands
were a pair of gloves made from the skin of a wild cat that had
been captured after prodigious exertions by Thomas Putt.
Behind Grace rode John Lee, and their enterprise was secret, for
it had to do with the young man's recent great discovery. Now
Grace, despite the languor of these days and the anti-climax
that followed upon Cecil Stark's departure, found herself awake
and much alive. Darkness shadowed her life and her home.
She knew that trouble slept with her parents and haunted her
father in all his goings; she suffered for them; yet she believed
that no such sorrow as her own private sorrow had ever crushed
into a human life before; that no such tragic experience as this
mistake of emotion for passion, had until now tortured an
unhappy young heart. Yet to fight upon her father's side seemed
good. She desired dangers and difficulties to lift her from her
personal tribulations. She herself had planned the present
expedition, and Lee was in some concern, for though undertaken
by daylight, it lacked not danger. John had at last discovered
Lovey's hiding-place, and now he was taking his mistress to
see it.
"Your star-bright eyes will find this wondrous treasure if 'tis
there," he said. "For myself I could light on nothing but
money-bags. They had gold in 'em and were ranged on stone
ledges as high as I could reach. For the rest, there was a pitcher
under trickling water that runs in a corner of the place; a basin,
with mouldy bread and cheese in it; and a great stone upon
which stood half a dozen rush-lights. And as I first climbed
down, 'twas like the story of Arabia that you told me, for the
walls of the hole all shone as though they were plastered with
pure gold. A light in darkness they made. 'Tis a shining moss
that glitters there on the damp rocks. I'm right glad to have
found the place; an' yet my mind misgives me that more evil
than good will come out of it."
"The only evil that can come out is Lovey Lee. If she
caught us!"
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