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  knowthatman!Heisourancientenemy;“andBenitaforeseeingthatalltheirboxeswouldbeturnedinsideout,orcarriedaway,snatchedthemostvaluableofthejewels,amagnificentnecklaceofdiamonds,andcastitoverthelittlegirl’shead,andburieditunderhertravelling-cloak,hopingtosaveit。Thenagreatwave,crestedwithfoam,rolledin,andthecoachwasthrownonitsside,andthesearushedinatthetopandthewindows,uponshrieking,andclashing,andfaintingaway。

  ’WhatfollowedBenitaknewnot,asonemightwellsuppose,herselfbeingstunnedbyablowonthehead,besidebeingpalsiedwithterror。“See,Ihavethemarknow,“shesaid,“wherethejambofthedoorcamedownonme!“Butwhensherecoveredhersenses,shefoundherselflyinguponthesand,therobberswereoutofsight,andoneoftheserving-menwasbathingherforeheadwithseawater。Forthissheratedhimwell,havingtakenalreadytoomuchofthatarticle;andthenshearoseandrantohermistress,whowassittinguprightonalittlerock,withherdeadboy’sfacetoherbosom,sometimesgazinguponhim,andsometimesquestingroundfortheotherone。

  ’Althoughthereweretorchesandlinksaround,andshelookedatherchildbythelightofthem,noonedaredtoapproachthelady,orspeak,ortrytohelpher。

  Eachmanwhisperedhisfellowtogo,buteachhungbackhimself,andmutteredthatitwastooawfultomeddlewith。Andthereshewouldhavesatallnight,withthefinelittlefellowstonedeadinherarms,andhertearlesseyesdwellinguponhim,andherheartbutnothermindthinking,onlythattheItalianwomenstoleupsoftlytoherside,andwhispered,“ItisthewillofGod。“

  ’“Soitalwaysseemstobe,“wereallthewordsthemother’answered;andthenshefellonBenita’sneck;

  andthemenwereashamedtobenearherweeping;andasailorlaydownandbellowed。Surelythesemenarethebest。

  ’BeforethelightofthemorningcamealongthetidetoWatchettmyLadyhadmetherhusband。Theytookherintothetownthatnight,butnottoherowncastle;

  andsothepowerofwomanhoodwhichisitselfmaternitycameoverswiftlyuponher。Thelady,whomallpeoplelovedthoughatcertaintimesparticular,liesinWatchettlittlechurchyard,withsonandheiratherrighthand,andalittlebabe,ofsexunknown,sleepingonherbosom。

  ’Thisisamiserabletale,’saidJeremySticklesbrightly;’handmeovertheschnapps,myboy。Whatfoolswearetospoiloureyesforotherpeople’stroubles!Enoughofourowntokeepthemclean,althoughweallwerechimney-sweeps。Thereisnothinglikegoodhollands,whenamanbecomestoosensitive。

  Restoretheactionoftheglands;thatismyrule,afterweeping。Letmemakeyouanother,John。Youarequitelow-spirited。’

  ButalthoughMasterJeremycarriedonsoasbecamehismanhood,andlaughedatthesailor’sbellowing;blesshisheart,Iknewaswellthattearswereinhisbravekeeneyes,asifIhaddaredtolookforthem,ortoshowmineown。

  ’Andwhatwasthelady’sname?’Iasked;’andwhatbecameofthelittlegirl?Andwhydidthewomanstaythere?’

  ’Well!’criedJeremyStickles,onlytoogladtobecheerfulagain:’talkofawomanafterthat!Asweusedtosayatschool——“Whodraggedwhom,howmanytimes,inwhatmanner,roundthewallofwhat?“Buttobegin,lastfirst,myJohnasbecomesawoman:Benitastayedinthatblessedplace,becauseshecouldnotgetawayfromit。TheDoones——ifDoonesindeedtheywere,aboutwhichyouofcourseknowbest——tookeverystiveroutofthecarriage:wetordrytheytookit。AndBenitacouldnevergetherwages:forthewholeaffairisinChancery,andtheyhaveappointedareceiver。’

  ’Whew!’saidI,knowingsomethingofLondon,andsorryforBenita’schance。

  ’SothepoorthingwascompelledtodropallthoughtofApulia,andsettledownonthebrinkofExmoor,whereyougetallitsevils,withoutthegoodtobalancethem。ShemarriedamanwhoturnedawheelformakingtheblueWatchettware,partlybecausehecouldgiveherahouse,andpartlybecauseheprovedhimselfagoodsoultowardsmyLady。Theretheyare,andhavethreechildren;andthereyoumaygoandvisitthem。’

  ’Iunderstandallthat,Jeremy,thoughyoudotellthingstooquickly,andIwouldratherhaveJohnFry’sstyle;forheleavesonetimeforhiswordstomelt。

  Nowformysecondquestion。Whatbecameofthelittlemaid?’

  ’Yougreatoaf!’criedJeremyStickles:’youarerathermorelikelytoknow,Ishouldthink,thananyoneelseinallthekingdoms。’

  ’IfIknew,Ishouldnotaskyou。JeremyStickles,dotrytobeneitherconceitednorthick-headed。’

  ’Iwillwhenyouareneither,’answeredMasterJeremy;

  ’butyouoccupyalltheroom,John。Nooneelsecangetinwithyouthere。’

  ’Verywellthen,letmeout。Takemedowninbothways。’

  ’Ifeveryouweretakendown;youmusthaveyourdoublejointsreadynow。AndyetinotherwaysyouwillbeasproudandsetupasLucifer。AscertainsureasI

  standhere,thatlittlemaidisLornaDoone。’

  ItmustnotbesupposedthatIwasaltogethersothick-headedasJeremywouldhavemademeout。ButitispartofmycharacterthatIlikeotherpeopletothinkmeslow,andtolabourhardtoenlightenme,whileallthetimeIcansaytomyself,’ThismanisshallowerthanIam;itispleasanttoseehisshoalscomeupwhileheissoundingmineso!’NotthatIwouldsobehave,Godforbid,withanybodybeitmanorwomanwhoinsimpleheartapproachedme,withnogaugeofintellect。Butwhentheupperhandistaken,uponthefaithofone’spatience,byamanofevensmallerwitsnotthatJeremywasthat,neithercouldhehavelivedtobethoughtso,why,itnaturallyhappens,thatweknuckleunder,withanounceofindignation。

  Jeremy’stalewouldhavemovedmegreatlybothwithsorrowandanger,evenwithoutmyguessatfirst,andnowmyfirmbelief,thatthechildofthoseunluckyparentswasindeedmyLorna。AndasIthoughtofthelady’stroubles,andherfaithinProvidence,andhercruel,childlessdeath,andthenimaginedhowmydarlingwouldbeovercometohearit,youmaywellbelievethatmyquickrepliestoJeremyStickles’sbanterwerebutastheflourishofadrumtocoverthesoundsofpain。

  Forwhenhedescribedtheheavycoachandthepersonsinanduponit,andthebreakingdownatDulverton,andtheplaceoftheirdestination,aswellasthetimeandtheweather,andtheseasonoftheyear,myheartbegantoburnwithinme,andmymindreplacedthepictures,firstoftheforeignlady’s-maidbythepumpcaressingme,andthenofthecoachstrugglingupthehill,andthebeautifuldame,andthefinelittleboy,withthewhitecockadeinhishat;butmostofallthelittlegirl,dark-hairedandverylovely,andhavingeveninthosedaystherichsoftlookofLorna。

  Butwhenhespokeofthenecklacethrownovertheheadofthelittlemaiden,andofherdisappearance,beforemyeyesaroseatoncetheflashingofthebeacon-fire,thelonelymoorsembrownedwiththelight,thetrampoftheoutlawcavalcade,andthehelplesschildhead-downward,lyingacrosstherobber’ssaddle-bow。

  ThenIrememberedmyownmadshoutofboyishindignation,andmarvelledatthestrangelongwaybywhichtheeventsoflifecomeround。AndwhileI

  thoughtofmyownreturn,andchildishattempttohidemyselffromsorrowinthesawpit,andtheagonyofmymother’stears,itdidnotfailtostrikemeasathingofomen,thattheselfsamedayshouldbe,bothtomydarlingandmyself,theblackestandmostmiserableofallyouthfuldays。

  TheKing’sCommissionerthoughtitwise,forsomegoodreasonofhisown,toconcealfromme,forthepresent,thenameofthepoorladysupposedtobeLorna’smother;andknowingthatIcouldeasilynowdiscoverit,withouthim,Iletthatquestionabideawhile。

  IndeedIwashalfafraidtohearit,rememberingthatthenoblerandthewealthiersheprovedtobe,thesmallerwasmychanceofwinningsuchawifeforplainJohnRidd。Notthatshewouldgivemeup:thatIneverdreamedof。Butthatotherswouldinterfere;orindeedImyselfmightfinditonlyhonesttorelinquishher。

  Thatlastthoughtwasadreadfulblow,andtookmybreathawayfromme。

  JeremyStickleswasquitedecided——andofcoursethediscoverybeinghis,hehadarighttobeso——thatnotawordofallthesethingsmustbeimpartedtoLornaherself,oreventomymother,oranyonewhatever。

  ’Keepittightaswax,mylad,’hecried,withawinkofgreatexpression;’thisbelongstome,mind;andthecredit,ay,andthepremium,andtherightofdiscount,arealtogethermine。Itwouldhavetakenyoufiftyyearstoputtwoandtwotogetherso,asIdid,likeaclapofthunder。Ah,Godhasgivensomemenbrains;

  andothershavegoodfarmsandmoney,andacertainskillinthelowerbeasts。Eachmustusehisspecialtalent。Youworkyourfarm:Iworkmybrains。Intheend,mylad,Ishallbeatyou。’

  ’Then,Jeremy,whatafoolyoumustbe,ifyoucudgelyourbrainstomakemoneyofthis,toopenthebarn-doortome,andshowmeallyourthreshing。’

  ’Notawhit,myson。Quitetheopposite。Twomenalwaysthreshbetterthanone。AndhereIhaveyouboundtouseyourflail,onetwo,withmine,andyetinstrictesthonourboundnottobushelup,tillItellyou。’

  ’But,’saidI,beingmuchamusedbyaLondoner’sbrave,yetuncertain,useofsimplestruralmetaphors,forhehadwhollyforgottenthewinnowing:’surelyifIbushelup,evenwhenyoutellme,Imusttakehalf-measure。’

  ’Soyoushall,myboy,’heanswered,’ifwecanonlycheatthoseconfoundedknavesofEquity。Youshalltakethebeauty,myson,andtheelegance,andthelove,andallthat——and,myboy,Iwilltakethemoney。’

  Thishesaidinawaysodry,andyetsorichlyunctuous,thatbeinggiftedsomehowbyGod,withakindofsenseofqueerness,Ifellbackinmychair,andlaughed,thoughtheundersideofmylaughwastears。

  ’Now,Jeremy,howifIrefusetokeepthishalfastightaswax。Youboundmetonosuchpartnership,beforeyoutoldthestory;andIamnotsure,byanymeans,ofyourrighttodosoafterwards。’

  ’Tush!’hereplied:’Iknowyoutoowell,tolookformeannessinyou。Iffrompuregoodwill,JohnRidd,andanxietytorelieveyou,Imadenoconditionprecedent,youarenotthemantotakeadvantage,asalawyermight。Idonotevenwantyourpromise。AssureasI

  holdthisglass,anddrinkyourhealthandloveinanotherdropforcedonmebypatheticwords,sosurelywillyoubeboundtome,untilIdoreleaseyou。

  Tush!Iknowmenwellbythistime:amerelookoftrustfromoneisworthanother’stenthousandoaths。’

  ’Jeremy,youareright,’Ianswered;’atleastasregardstheissue。Althoughperhapsyouwerenotrightinleadingmeintoabargainlikethis,withoutmyownconsentorknowledge。ButsupposingthatweshouldbothbeshotinthisgrandattackonthevalleyforI

  meantogowithyounow,heartandsoul,isLornatoremainuntoldofthatwhichchangesallherlife?’

  ’Bothshot!’criedJeremyStickles:’mygoodness,boy,talknotlikethat!AndthoseDoonesarecursedgoodshotstoo。Nay,nay,theyellowsshallgoinfront;weattackontheSomersetside,Ithink。Ifromahillwillreconnoitre,asbehovesageneral,youshallstickbehindatree,ifwecanonlyfindonebigenoughtohideyou。YouandItobeshot,JohnRidd,withallthisinferiorfoodforpowderanxioustobedevoured?’

  Ilaughed,forIknewhiscoolhardihood,andnever-flinchingcourage;andsoothtosaynocowardwouldhavedaredtotalklikethat。

  ’Butwhenonecomestothinkofit,’hecontinued,smilingathimself;’someprovisionshouldbemadeforeventhatunpleasantchance。Iwillleavethewholeinwriting,withorderstobeopened,etc。,etc——Nownomoreofthat,myboy;acigarroafterschnapps,andgotomeetmyyellowboys。’

  His’yellowboys,’ashecalledtheSomersetshiretrainedbands,wereevennowcomingdownthevalleyfromtheLondonRoad,aseveryonesinceIwentuptotown,grandlyentitledthelanetothemoors。Therewasonegoodpointaboutthesemen,thathavingnodisciplineatall,theymadepretencetononewhatever。

  Nay,rathertheyridiculedthething,asbelowmenofanyspirit。Ontheotherhand,MasterStickles’strooperslookeddownonthesenativefellowsfromaheightwhichIhopetheymaynevertumble,foritwouldbreakthenecksofallofthem。

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