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No, fegs, no! kecking mun, kecking mun, so hard as ever was futeball! Goodness, Father, who did ever? If a havent kecked mun right into river, and got on muns horse and rod away! And so saying, down she came again. And now then, my dear life, us be better to goo hoom and get you sommat warm. Youm mortal cold, I rackon, by now. I was cruel feard for ye: but I kept mun off clever, didnt I, now? I wishI wish I had not seen Mr. Leighs face! Iss, dreadful, werent it, poor young soul; a sad night for his poor mother! Lucy, I cant get his face out of my mind. Im sure he overlooked me. Oh then! who ever heard the like o that? When young gentlemen do overlook young ladies, taint thikketheor aways, I knoo. Never you think on it. But I cant help thinking of it, said Rose. Stop. Shall we go home yet? Wheres that servant? Never mind, he waint see us, here under the hill. Id much sooner to know where my old man was. Ive a sort of a forecasting in my inwards, like, as I always has when aughts gwain to happen, as though I shuldnt zee mun again, like, I have, miss. Wellhe was a bedient old soul, after all, he was. Goodness, Father! and all this while us have forgot the very thing us come about! Who did you see? Only that face! said Rose, shuddering. Not in the glass, maid? Say then, not in the glass? Would to heaven it had been! Lucy, what if he were the man I was fated to He? Why, hes a praste, a Popish praste, that cant marry if he would, poor wratch. He is none; and I have cause enough to know it! And, for want of a better confidant, Rose poured into the willing ears of her companion the whole story of yesterdays meeting. Hes a pretty wooer! said Lucy at last, contemptuously. Be a brave maid, then, be a brave maid, and never terrify yourself with his unlucky face. Its because there was none here worthy of ye, that ye seed none in glass. Maybe hes to be a foreigner, from over seas, and thats why his sperit was so long a coming. A duke, or a prince to the least, Ill warrant, hell be, that carries off the Rose of Bideford. But in spite of all the good dames flattery, Rose could not wipe that fierce face away from her eyeballs. She reached home safely, and crept to bed undiscovered: and when the next morning, as was to be expected, found her laid up with something very like a fever, from excitement, terror, and cold, the phantom grew stronger and stronger before her, and it required all her womans tact and self-restraint to avoid betraying by her exclamations what had happened on that fantastic night. After a fortnights weakness, however, she recovered and went back to Bideford: but ere she arrived there, Amyas was far across the seas on his way to Milford Haven, as shall be told in the ensuing chapters. |
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