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Ruth sprang forward to shake the horny hand stretched forward in the action of blessing. She pressed it between both of hers, as she rapidly poured out questions. Mr. Bellingham was not altogether comfortable at seeing one whom he had already begun to appropriate as his own, so tenderly familiar with a hard-featured, meanly-dressed day-labourer. He sauntered to the window, and looked out into the grass-grown farmyard; but he could not help overhearing some of the conversation, which seemed to him carried on too much in the tone of equality. "And who's yon?" asked the old labourer at last. "Is he your sweetheart? Your missis's son, I reckon. He's a spruce young chap, anyhow."

unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,

Mr. Bellingham's "blood of all the Howards" rose and tingled about his ears, so that he could not hear Ruth's answer. It began by "Hush, Thomas; pray hush!" but how it went on he did not catch. The idea of his being Mrs. Mason's son! It was really too ridiculous; but, like most things which are "too ridiculous," it made him very angry. He was hardly himself again when Ruth shyly came to the window-recess and asked him if he would like to see the house-place, into which the front-door entered; many people thought it very pretty, she said, half-timidly, for his face had unconsciously assumed a hard and haughty expression, which he could not instantly soften down. He followed her, however; but before he left the kitchen he saw the old man standing, looking at Ruth's companion with a strange, grave air of dissatisfaction.

unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,

They went along one or two zig-zag damp-smelling stone passages, and then entered the house-place, or common sitting-room for a farmer's family in that part of the country. The front door opened into it, and several other apartments issued out of it, such as the dairy, the state bedroom (which was half-parlour as well), and a small room which had been appropriated to the late Mrs. Hilton, where she sat, or more frequently lay, commanding through the open door the comings and goings of her household. In those days the house-place had been a cheerful room, full of life, with the passing to and fro of husband, child, and servants; with a great merry wood-fire crackling and blazing away every evening, and hardly let out in the very heat of summer; for with the thick stone walls, and the deep window-seats, and the drapery of vine-leaves and ivy, that room, with its flag-floor, seemed always to want the sparkle and cheery warmth of a fire. But now the green shadows from without seemed to have become black in the uninhabited desolation. The oaken shovel-board, the heavy dresser, and the carved cupboards, were now dull and damp, which were formerly polished up to the brightness of a looking-glass where the fire-blaze was for ever glinting; they only added to. the oppressive gloom; the flag-floor was wet with heavy moisture. Ruth stood gazing into the room, seeing nothing of what was present. She saw a vision of former days--an evening in the days of her childhood; her father sitting in the "master's corner" near the fire, sedately smoking his pipe, while he dreamily watched his wife and child; her mother reading to her, as she sat on a little stool at her feet. It was gone--all gone into the land of shadows; but for the moment it seemed so present in the old room, that Ruth believed her actual life to be the dream. Then, 'still silent, she went on into her mother's parlour. But there, the bleak look of what had once been full of peace and mother's love, struck cold on her heart. She uttered a cry, and threw herself down by the sofa, hiding her face in her hands, while her frame quivered with her repressed sobs.

unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,

"Dearest Ruth, don't give way so. It can do no good; it cannot bring back the dead," said Mr. Bellingham, distressed at witnessing her distress.

"I know it cannot," murmured Ruth; "and that is why I cry. I cry because nothing will ever bring them hack again." She sobbed afresh, but more gently, for his kind words soothed her, and softened, if they could not take away, her sense of desolation.

"Come away; I cannot have you stay here, full of painful associations as these rooms must be. Come"--raising her with gentle violence--"show me your little garden you have often told me about. Near the window of this very room, is it not? See how well I remember everything you tell me."

He led her round through the back part of the house into the pretty old-fashioned garden. There was a sunny border just under the windows, and clipped box and yew-trees by the grass-plat, further away from the house; and she prattled again of her childish adventures and solitary plays. When they turned round they saw the old man, who had hobbled out with the help of his stick, and was looking at them with the same grave, sad look of anxiety.

Mr. Bellingham spoke rather sharply--


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reward that they would win from him if they carried his

He now indeed appeared even to court occasions of being

mast, and, with looks of dismay, recognising[332] in the

This defence was admitted, and the midnight murderer of

his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow

Julia. She was[336] alone, dressed, of course, in mourning,

the sick Captain sent an urgent petition, were taken on

the past, the ungenerous determination he appeared to have

first time that he had been surprised there he apologized

She had hitherto been to windward of the frigate, she now

their lives at the assizes, which were to commence in a

glass door, which had thus attracted him, than he beheld

reward that they would win from him if they carried his

was the appellation ascribed by Henry, many years[318]

discovered, what appeared to be a sail in shore. On using

that fell from her lips, with a kind of attention which

the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint

would not suffer her to weep. She feared that he had died

the decks of both vessels. That of the frigate presented

respecting the privateer captain having been largely concerned

and was clear of the oily water, now, and upon a sort of

was found the next morning alone in the prison with his

continued, and her’s towards him was equally remarkable.

She had hitherto been to windward of the frigate, she now

wooden steps. He drew himself closely to these, and directed

been necessary, at any rate, to leave the Captain in the

time the privateer was[321] within pistol-shot of the headmost

While Julia met his strange manner with a studied coldness

He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with

and Fitz-Ullin left Mrs. Montgomery’s room together.

the intruder in shadow, threw a strong light on the form

The privateer could offer no resistance: she was of course

(an odd red-breasted little bird, which inhabits the thick

sure to come on deck, and keep near the cabin-door.”

and flaring the light across and across, over the prostrate

who had the lookout, and whom they also tied. The desperate

wall. He staggered down again; his remarkable physical

care of a midshipman. Accordingly, at about ten o’clock

and Julia with her, endeavouring to compose her spirits.

who had the lookout, and whom they also tied. The desperate

all the inhabitants came down to the beach to see us pitch

the service required, Fitz-Ullin set out for Lodore, whither,

They then altered the course of the thus recovered prize,

sure to come on deck, and keep near the cabin-door.”

to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the

therefore quitted the room. Frances, who had done so before,

he flung himself, he added: “we are alone?” After a

followed in her track; soon after which, they recommenced

unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,

was found the next morning alone in the prison with his

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