Yorkshire Tales. Third Series: Amusing sketches of Yorkshire Life in the Yorkshire DialectHartley, John
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Yorkshire Tales. Third Series: Amusing sketches of Yorkshire Life in the Yorkshire Dialect
Hartley, John
English language -- Dialects -- England -- Yorkshire; Yorkshire (England) -- Fiction
Susy seemed just as frivolous as ever. His declaration made no
difference in her. She dispensed her smiles as impartially as ever, to
all appearance unconscious that every favour bestowed on another was a
stab to Dick, but however full of resentment he might feel, a sidelong
glance which seemed so full of meaning to him banished his discontent
and he accused himself of unreasonable jealousy.
The coldness between the two friends seemed to increase, yet they went
to work together as usual, but conversation flagged and only indifferent
subjects were touched upon. Dick had still unbounded faith in Susy, and
although he could not but see that she avoided him, he accounted for it
owing to the respect she still felt for the husband she had lost, and to
the seriousness of making a second matrimonial venture.
One day, during the dinner hour, something seemed to impel him to see
her and plead with her once more. He knew where she was to be found, and
was proceeding to the place, when he heard her voice. He was screened by
some huge bales of yarn, and he could hear what she said distinctly.
"Its varry kind o' thee, Jack, to tak pity on me,--aw like thee weel
enuff, in fact ther's nubdy aw like better, but when aw wed agean it mun
be moor nor likin, it will have to be love. Aw may leearn to love thi
yet, but tha mun gie me time."
Dick could wait to hear no more. Retracing his steps noiselessly, he
went out into the open air. Could it be true? Had his ears deceived him?
Was it possible that the beautiful woman on whom he had lavished all the
first love of his life could be capable of playing with him in such a
fashion? Jack was his rival! He was a sycophant! a hypocrite! a villian!
How the afternoon passed he could not tell. He kept as far away from
Susy as his duties would allow, and at night he walked home alone.
Next day he met Jack at the entrance to the works, but he gave him such
a look of hatred that he stepped aside and he passed without a word.
Jack was quite unconscious of having done anything to merit such
treatment, but by degrees, as he reviewed the incidents of the past few
weeks, a light broke upon him;--he saw it all. They were rivals.
From that time all intercourse ceased between the two who had been
deemed inseparable. This gave rise to many remarks from their
acquaintances, not a few of whom guessed the cause.
Susy seemed quite unconcerned, and smiled as sweetly as ever. Dick
furtively watched her, and the more he looked, the stronger grew his mad
infatuation and the deeper became his determination to be revenged.
He never again intruded himself on Susy's dinner hour, but he knew that
Jack took every opportunity of seeing her, and the work that he should
have done during the time the machine was standing, he had to hurry over
when it was in motion. It was a hazardous work;--a single slip might
lead to a certain and horrible death. But he was experienced and
cautious, and he felt no fear.
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