"I cry your mercy, mistress. I knew not my cousin had fallen into the
custom of this town. Well, I must take a fitter opportunity"; and she
rose to go.
"I wot not what ye mean by custom o' the town," said the woman, bouncing
up. "But this I know: 'tis the part of a faithful servant to keep her
master from being preyed on by his beggarly kin."
Margaret retorted: "Ye are too modest, mistress. Ye are no servant. Your
speech betrays you. 'Tis not till the ape hath mounted the tree that she
shows her tail so plain. Nay, there sits the servant; God help him! And
while so it is, fear not thou his kin will ever be so poor in spirit, as
come where the likes of you can flout their dole." And casting one look
of mute reproach at her cousin for being so little of a man as to sit
passive and silent all this time, she turned and went haughtily out; nor
would she shed a single tear till she got home and thought of it. And
now here were two men to be lodged and fed by one pregnant girl; and
another mouth coming into the world.
But this last, though the most helpless of all, was their best friend.
Nature was strong in Margaret Brandt; that same nature which makes the
brutes, the birds and the insects, so cunning at providing food and
shelter for their progeny yet to come.
Stimulated by nature she sat and brooded, and brooded, and thought, and
thought, how to be beforehand with destitution. Ay, though she had still
five gold pieces left, she saw starvation coming with inevitable foot.
Her sex, when, deviating from custom, it thinks with male intensity,
thinks just as much to the purpose as we do. She rose, bade Martin move
Peter to another room, made her own very neat and clean, polished the
glass globe, and suspended it from the ceiling, dusted the crocodile and
nailed him to the outside wall: and, after duly instructing Martin, set
him to play the lounging sentinel about the street door, and tell the
crocodile-bitten that a great, and aged, and learned alchymist abode
there, who in his moments of recreation would sometimes amuse himself by
curing mortal diseases.
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