.The
glory
of
splendid
summer
hours
passed
away
;
the
long
twilight
sank
to
darkness
;
the
opal
lights
in
the
west
at
last
died
under
the
silver
of
the
moon
.
And
then
,
like
a
child
weary
with
crying
,
Joan
slept
,
while
Mary
,
creeping
a
third
time
to
see
and
speak
with
her
,
departed
silently
.
But
she
did
not
sleep
;
and
her
wakefulness
was
fortunate
,
for
long
after
eleven
o'clock
came
a
noisy
summons
at
the
outer
door
.
Looking
from
her
room
which
faced
the
front
of
the
house
,
the
woman
saw
Tom
with
his
full
basket
standing
clearly
defined
below
.
The
world
of
the
weald
and
woods
shimmered
silvery
in
dew
and
moonlight
.
Infinite
silence
reigned
.
Then
the
boy
's
small
,
indignant
voice
broke
it
.
"
You
'll
have
to
let
me
in
,
I
reckon
.
Blamed
if
I
doa
n't
think
you
was
right
'
bout
faither
arter
all
.
"
The
reason
for
Tom
's
return
may
be
briefly
told
.
He
had
taken
his
basket
home
and
got
it
safely
under
cover
to
his
mother
.
Then
,
after
chapel
,
Gray
Michael
went
into
the
village
,
and
Thomasin
had
an
opportunity
to
ask
some
of
those
questions
she
was
burning
to
put
.
"
An
'
how
be
Joan
?
"
she
began
.
"
Wisht
an
'
drawed
thin
'
bout
the
faace
seemin'ly
.
An
'
Joe
's
letter
just
made
her
cry
fit
to
bust
her
eyes
,
'
stead
o
'
cheerin
'
of
her
like
.
"
"
Poor
lass
.
I
dedn
'
expect
nothin
'
differ'nt
.
I
've
most
a
mind
to
go
up
Drift
an
'
see
her
—
for
a
reason
I
've
thot
upon
.
Did
Joan
say
anythin
'
'
bout
a
last
will
an
'
testament
to
'
e
?
"
"
No
,
nothin
'
'
bout
anything
worth
namin
'
.
But
Polly
had
a
deal
to
say
.
Her
wished
her
could
send
faither
a
pound
o
'
charity
'
stead
o
'
butter
.
"
"
She
dared
!
"
At
that
moment
Mr.
Tregenza
returned
to
supper
,
and
soon
afterward
his
son
went
to
bed
.
The
lad
had
not
been
asleep
half
an
hour
before
Gray
Michael
came
across
the
basket
from
Drift
.
Two
minutes
later
Tom
heard
the
thunder
of
his
father
's
voice
.
"
Tom
!
you
come
down
here
an
'
be
sharp
about
it
!
"
The
boy
tumbled
out
of
bed
instantly
,
and
went
down
to
the
kitchen
in
his
nightshirt
and
trousers
.
Michael
Tregenza
was
standing
by
the
table
.
Upon
it
appeared
the
basket
from
Drift
,
stored
with
cream
,
butter
,
eggs
and
apples
.
Thomasin
sat
in
the
low
chair
by
the
fire
with
her
apron
over
her
face
,
and
that
was
always
a
bad
sign
,
as
Tom
knew
.
"
What
day
be
this
,
bwoy
?
"
began
Michael
.
"
The
Lard
's
,
faither
.
"
"
Ay
:
the
Lard
's
awn
day
,
though
you
've
forgot
it
seemin'ly
.
"
"
No
I
abbun
,
faither
.
"
"
Doa
n't
'
e
answer
me
'
cept
I
tells
you
to
.
Where
did
these
things
come
from
?
"
"
Drift
,
faither
.
Uncle
Chirgwin
bid
me
bring
'
em
with
his
respects
.
"
"
Did
you
tell
en
'
twas
breakin
'
the
commandments
?
"
"
No
,
faither
.
"
"
Why
did
n't
'
e
?
You
knawed
it
yourself
.
"
"
Iss
,
faither
;
but
uncle
's
a
ancient
man
,
an
'
I
guessed
he
knawed
so
well
as
me
,
an
'
I
reckoned
'
twould
be
sauce
for
such
as
me
to
say
anything
to
a
auld
,
gray
body
like
him
.
"
"
Sinners
is
all
colors
an
'
ages
.
Another
time
doa
n't
you
do
what
's
wrong
,
whether
'
tis
auld
or
young
as
tempts
'
e
to't
.
You
'm
a
Luke
Gosp'ler
,
an
'
it
edn
'
being
a
shinin
'
light
'
tall
to
go
wrong
just
because
wan
as
did
ought
to
knaw
wiser
an
'
doa
n't
,
tells
'
e
to
.
Now
you
can
lace
on
your
boots
,
as
soon
as
you
'm
minded
to
,
an
'
traapse
up
Drift
with
that
theer
basket
an
'
all
in
it
.
'
Two
n't
harm
godless
folks
to
wake
'
em
an
'
faace
'
em
with
their
wrongdoing
.
An
'
I
lay
you
'll
remember
another
time
.
"
Tom
,
knowing
that
words
would
be
utterly
wasted
,
went
back
to
his
attic
,
dressed
,
and
started
.
He
had
the
satisfaction
of
eating
apples
in
the
moonlight
and
of
posing
as
a
bitterly
wronged
boy
at
Drift
when
Mary
came
down
,
lighted
a
candle
,
and
let
him
into
the
house
.
Uncle
Chirgwin
also
appeared
,
and
said
some
hard
things
in
a
sleepy
voice
,
while
Tom
drank
cider
and
ate
a
big
slice
of
bread
and
bacon
.
"
A
terrible
Old
Testament
man
,
your
faither
,
sure
'
nough
,
"
said
Uncle
Chirgwin
.
"
Be
you
gwaine
to
stop
the
night
'
long
o
'
us
or
no
?
"
"
Not
me
!
I
got
to
be
in
the
bwoat
'
fore
half-past
five
to-morrer
marnin
'
.
"
"
This
marnin
'
'
tis
,
"
said
Mary
,
"
or
will
be
in
a
few
minutes
.
An
'
you
can
tell
your
faither
what
I
said
'
bout
charity
,
if
you
like
.
I
sez
it
again
,
an
'
it
wo
n't
hurt
en
to
knaw
.
"
"
But
it
might
hurt
me
to
tell
.
The
less
said
soonest
mended
wi
'
faither
.
"
Tom
departed
,
the
lighter
for
his
basket
.
He
flung
a
stone
at
a
hare
,
listened
to
the
jarring
of
a
night-hawk
,
and
finally
returned
home
about
one
o'clock
.
Both
his
parents
were
awaiting
him
,
and
the
boy
saw
that
his
mother
had
been
enduring
some
trouble
on
his
behalf
.
"
Mind
,
my
son
,
hencefarrard
that
the
Sabbath
is
the
Lard
thy
God
's
.
You
may
have
done
others
a
good
turn
besides
yourself
this
night
.
"
"
What
did
they
say
,
Tom
?
"
asked
his
mother
.
"
They
was
n't
best
pleased
.
They
said
a
hard
sayin
'
I
'd
better
not
to
say
agin
,
"
answered
the
boy
,
heavy
with
sleep
.
"
Let
it
be
.
Us
doa
n't
want
to
hear
it
.
Get
you
to
bed
.
An
'
,
mind
,
the
bwoat
at
the
steps
by
half-past
five
to-morrer
.
"
"
Ay
,
ay
,
faither
.
"
Then
Tom
vanished
,
his
parents
went
to
their
rest
,
and
the
cottage
on
the
cliff
slept
within
the
music
of
the
sea
,
its
thatch
all
silver-bright
under
a
summer
moon
.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
A
BARGAIN
FOR
MRS.
TREGENZA
To
the
superficial
eye
dead
hopes
leave
ugly
traces
;
viewed
more
inquiringly
the
cryptic
significance
of
them
appears
;
and
that
is
often
beautiful
.
Joan
's
soul
looked
out
of
her
blue
eyes
now
.
Seen
thoughtfully
her
beauty
was
refined
and
exalted
to
an
exquisite
perfection
;
but
the
unintelligent
observer
had
simply
pronounced
her
pale
and
thin
.
The
event
which
first
promised
to
destroy
the
new-spun
gossamers
of
a
religious
faith
and
break
them
even
on
the
day
of
their
creation
,
in
reality
acted
otherwise
.
For
Joan
,
Joe
's
letter
was
like
a
window
opening
upon
a
hopeless
dawn
;
and
her
helplessness
before
this
spectacle
of
the
future
threw
the
girl
upon
religion
—
not
as
a
sure
rock
in
the
storm
of
her
life
,
but
as
a
straw
to
the
hand
of
the
drowning
.
The
world
had
nothing
else
left
in
it
for
her
.
She
,
to
whom
sunshine
and
happiness
were
the
breath
of
life
,
she
who
had
envied
butterflies
their
joyous
being
,
now
stood
before
a
future
all
uphill
and
gray
,
lonely
and
loveless
.
As
yet
but
the
dawn
of
affection
for
the
unborn
child
lightened
her
mind
.
Thought
upon
that
subject
went
hand
in
hand
with
fear
of
pain
.
And
now
,
in
her
dark
hours
,
Joan
happily
did
not
turn
to
feed
upon
her
own
heart
,
but
fled
from
it
.
For
distraction
she
read
the
four
Gospels
feverishly
day
by
day
,
and
she
prayed
long
to
the
Lord
of
them
by
night
.
Mary
helped
her
in
an
earnest
,
cheerless
fashion
,
and
before
her
cousin
's
solicitude
,
Joan
's
eyes
opened
to
another
thought
:
the
old
friendship
between
Mary
and
Joe
Noy
.
It
had
wakened
once
,
on
her
first
arrival
at
Drift
,
then
slept
again
till
now
.
She
was
troubled
to
see
the
other
woman
's
indifference
,
and
she
formed
plans
to
bring
these
two
together
again
.
The
act
of
getting
away
from
herself
and
thinking
for
others
brought
some
comfort
to
her
heart
and
seemed
to
rise
indirectly
out
of
her
reading
.
The
Christianity
of
Drift
was
old-fashioned
,
and
reflected
the
Founder
.
No
distractions
rose
between
Joan
and
the
story
.
She
took
it
at
first
hand
,
escaping
thus
from
those
petty
follies
and
fooleries
which
blight
and
fog
the
real
issues
today
.
She
sucked
her
new
faith
pure
.
A
noble
rule
of
conduct
lay
before
her
;
she
dimly
discerned
something
of
its
force
;
and
unselfishness
appeared
in
her
,
proving
that
she
had
read
aright
.
As
for
the
dogma
,
she
opened
her
arms
to
that
very
readily
because
it
was
beautiful
and
promised
so
much
.
Faith
's
votaries
never
turn
critical
eyes
upon
the
foundations
of
her
gorgeous
fabric
;
their
sight
is
fixed
aloft
on
the
rainbow
towers
and
pinnacles
,
upon
the
golden
fanes
.
And
yet
this
man-born
structure
of
theology
,
with
aisles
and
pillars
fretting
and
crumbling
under
the
hand
of
reason
,
needs
such
eternal
propping
,
restoring
and
repairing
,
that
priestly
tinkers
,
masons
,
hod-carriers
are
solely
occupied
with
it
.
They
grapple
and
fight
for
the
poor
shadows
of
dogma
by
which
they
live
,
and
,
so
engaged
,
the
spirit
and
substance
of
religion
is
by
them
altogether
lost
.
None
of
the
Christian
churches
will
ever
be
overcrowded
with
men
who
possess
brain-power
worthy
the
name
.
Mediocrity
and
ignorance
may
starve
,
but
talent
and
any
new
nostrum
to
strangle
reason
and
keep
the
rot
from
the
fabric
will
always
open
their
coffers
.
Joan
truly
found
the
dogma
more
grateful
and
comforting
than
anything
else
within
her
experience
,
and
the
apparition
of
a
flesh
and
blood
God
,
who
had
saved
her
with
His
own
life
's
blood
before
she
was
born
,
appeared
too
beautiful
and
sufficing
to
be
less
than
true
.
Her
eyes
,
shut
so
long
,
seemed
opening
at
last
.
With
errors
that
really
signify
nothing
,
she
drew
to
herself
great
truths
that
matter
much
and
are
vital
to
all
elevated
conduct
.
She
thought
of
other
people
and
looked
at
them
as
one
wakened
from
sleep
.
And
,
similarly
,
she
looked
at
Nature
.
Even
her
vanished
lover
had
not
taught
her
all
.
There
were
truths
below
the
formulae
of
his
worship
;
there
were
secrets
deeper
than
his
intellectual
plummet
had
ever
sounded
.
Without
understanding
it
,
Joan
yet
knew
that
a
change
had
come
to
pass
in
material
things
.
Sunshine
on
the
deep
sea
hid
more
matters
for
wonder
than
John
Barron
had
taught
or
known
.
Once
only
as
yet
had
she
caught
a
glimpse
of
Nature
's
beating
heart
;
and
that
was
upon
the
occasion
of
her
visit
to
St.
Madron
's
chapel
.
She
was
lifted
up
then
for
a
magic
hour
;
but
the
lurid
end
of
that
day
looked
clearer
afterward
than
ever
the
dewy
dawn
of
it
.
Nature
had
smiled
mutely
and
dumbly
at
her
sufferings
for
long
months
since
then
.
But
now
added
knowledge
certainly
grew
,
and
from
a
matrix
mightier
than
the
love
of
Nature
or
of
man
,
was
Joan
's
new
life
born
.
It
embraced
a
new
sight
,
new
senses
,
ambitions
,
fears
and
hopes
.
Joan
went
to
church
at
every
opportunity
.
Faith
seemed
so
easy
,
and
soon
so
necessary
.
Secret
prayer
became
a
real
thing
to
be
approached
with
joy
.
To
own
to
sins
was
as
satisfactory
as
casting
down
a
heavy
burden
at
a
journey
's
end
;
to
confess
them
to
God
was
to
know
that
they
were
forgiven
.
There
were
not
many
clouds
in
her
religious
sky
.
As
Mary
's
religion
was
bounded
by
her
own
capabilities
and
set
forth
against
a
background
of
gloom
,
which
never
absolutely
vanished
save
in
moments
of
rare
exaltation
,
so
Joan
's
newfound
faith
took
upon
itself
an
aspect
of
sunshine
.
Her
clouds
were
made
beautiful
by
the
new
light
;
they
did
not
darken
it
.
Mary
's
gray
Cornish
mind
kept
sentiment
out
of
sight
.
She
lived
with
clear
eyes
always
focusing
reality
as
it
appeared
to
her
.
Heaven
was
indeed
a
pleasanter
eternal
fact
than
hell
;
yet
the
place
of
torment
existed
on
Bible
authority
;
and
it
was
idle
to
suppose
it
existed
for
nothing
.
Grasping
eternity
as
a
truth
,
she
occupied
herself
in
strenuous
preparation
;
which
preparation
took
the
form
of
good
works
and
personal
self-denial
.
Joan
belonged
to
an
order
of
emotional
creatures
widely
different
.
She
loved
the
beautiful
for
its
own
sake
,
kept
her
face
to
the
sun
when
it
shone
,
shivered
and
shut
up
like
a
scarlet
pimpernel
if
bad
weather
was
abroad
.
And
now
a
chastened
sunshine
,
daily
growing
stronger
,
shot
through
the
present
clouds
,
painted
beauty
on
their
fringes
,
and
lighted
the
darkness
of
their
recesses
so
that
even
the
secrets
of
suffering
were
fitfully
revealed
.
Joan
grasped
at
new
thoughts
,
the
outcome
of
her
new
road
.
Nature
presently
seemed
of
a
nobler
face
,
and
certain
immemorial
achievements
of
man
also
flashed
out
in
the
side-light
of
the
new
convictions
;
as
objects
,
themselves
inconsiderable
,
will
suddenly
develop
unsuspected
splendors
from
change
of
standpoint
in
the
beholder
.
The
magic
of
that
Christianity
,
which
Joan
now
received
directly
from
her
Bible
,
wrought
and
embroidered
a
new
significance
into
many
things
.
And
it
worked
upon
none
as
upon
the
old
crosses
,
some
perfect
still
,
some
ruined
as
to
arm
or
shaft
,
some
quite
worn
out
and
gnawed
by
time
from
their
original
semblance
.
These
dotted
her
native
land
.
Them
she
had
always
loved
,
but
now
they
appeared
marvelously
transfigured
,
and
the
soul
hid
in
their
granite
beamed
through
it
.
Supposing
the
true
menhirs
to
be
but
ruined
crosses
also
,
Joan
shed
on
them
no
scantier
affection
than
upon
the
less
venerable
Brito-Celtic
records
of
Christianity
.
Bid
so
to
do
,
and
prompted
also
by
her
inclination
,
the
girl
was
wont
to
take
walks
of
some
length
for
her
health
's
sake
;
and
these
had
an
object
now
.
As
her
dead
mother
's
legends
came
back
to
her
memory
and
knit
Nature
to
her
new
Saviour
,
so
the
weather-beaten
stones
brought
Him
likewise
nearer
,
marked
the
goal
of
precious
daily
pilgrimages
,
and
filled
a
sad
young
life
with
friends
.
Returning
from
a
visit
to
Tremathick
cross
,
where
it
stands
upon
a
little
mound
on
the
St.
Just
road
,
Joan
heard
a
thin
and
well-known
voice
before
she
saw
the
speaker
.
It
was
Mrs.
Tregenza
,
who
had
walked
over
to
drink
tea
and
satisfy
herself
on
sundry
points
respecting
her
stepdaughter
.
"
Oh
,
my
Guy
Faux
,
Polly
!
"
she
said
upon
arriving
,
"
I
'm
in
a
reg'lar
take
to
be
here
,
though
I
knaws
Michael
's
t'other
side
the
islands
an
'
wo
n't
fetch
home
'
fore
marnin
'
.
I
've
comed
'
cause
I
could
n't
keep
from
it
no
more
.
How
's
her
doin
'
,
poor
tibby
lamb
,
wi
'
all
them
piles
o
'
money
tu
.
Not
that
money
did
ought
to
make
a
differ'nce
,
but
it
do
,
an
'
that
's
the
truth
,
an
'
it
edn
'
no
good
makin
'
as
though
it
doa
n't
.
What
a
world
,
to
be
sure
!
An
'
that
letter
from
Noy
?
I
knaw
you
was
fond
of
en
likewise
in
your
time
.
The
sadness
of
it
!
Just
think
o
'
that
mariner
comin
'
home
'
pon
top
o
'
this
mishap
.
"
Mary
winced
and
answered
coldly
that
the
world
was
full
of
mishaps
and
of
sadness
.
"
The
man
must
face
sorrer
same
as
what
us
all
have
got
to
,
Mrs.
Tregenza
.
Some
gets
more
,
some
gets
less
,
as
the
sparks
fly
up'ard
.
Joe
Noy
's
got
religion
tu
.
"
Mary
spoke
the
last
words
with
some
bitterness
,
which
she
noted
too
late
and
set
against
herself
for
a
sin
.
"
Oh
,
my
dear
sawl
,
"
said
Mrs.
Tregenza
,
looking
round
nervously
,
as
though
she
feared
the
shadow
of
her
husband
might
be
listening
.
"
Luke
Gosp'ling
's
a
mighty
uncomfortable
business
,
though
I
lay
Tregenza
'd
most
kill
me
if
he
heard
the
word
.
'
Tedn
'
stomachable
to
all
,
an
'
I
doubts
whether
'
twill
be
a
chain
strong
enough
to
hold
Joe
Noy
,
when
he
comes
back
to
find
this
coil
.
'
Tis
a
kicklish
business
an
'
I
wish
'
twas
awver
.
Joe
's
a
fiery
feller
when
he
reckons
he
's
wronged
;
an
'
there
ba
n't
no
balm
to
this
hurt
in
Gosp'ling
,
take
it
as
you
will
.
I
tell
you
,
in
your
ear
awnly
,
that
Luke
Gosp'lers
graw
ferocious
like
along
o
'
the
wickedness
o
'
the
airth
.
Take
Michael
,
as
walks
wi
'
the
Lard
,
same
as
Moses
done
;
an
'
the
more
he
do
,
the
ferociouser
he
do
get
.
Religion
!
He
stinks
o
'
religion
worse
than
ever
Newlyn
stinks
o
'
feesh
;
he
goes
in
fear
o
'
God
to
his
marrow
;
an
'
yet
'
tis
uncomfortable
,
now
an
'
then
,
to
live
wi
'
such
a
righteous
member
.
Theer
's
a
sourness
along
of
it
.
Luke
Gosp'ling
doa
n't
soften
the
heart
of
en
.
"
"
It
should
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
An
's
so
it
should
,
but
he
says
the
world
's
no
plaace
for
softness
.
He
'm
a
terror
to
the
evildoer
;
an
'
he
'm
a
terror
to
the
righteous-doer
;
an
'
to
hisself
no
less
,
I
reckon
;
an
'
to
God
A'mighty
tu
,
so
like
's
not
.
The
friends
of
en
be
as
feared
of
en
as
his
foes
be
.
An
'
that
's
awful
wisht
,
'
cause
he
goes
an
'
comes
purty
nigh
alone
.
The
Gosp'lers
be
like
fry
flyin
'
this
way
an
'
that
'
fore
a
school
o
'
mackerl
when
Michael
's
among
'
em
.
Even
minister
,
he
do
shrivel
a
inch
or
two
'
longside
o
'
Michael
.
I
've
seen
en
wras'lin
'
wi
'
the
Word
same
as
Jacob
wras'led
wi
'
the
angel
.
An
'
yet
,
why
?
Theer
's
a
man
chosen
for
glory
this
five-an'-forty
years
,
an
'
he
knaws
it
so
well
as
I
do
,
or
any
wan
.
"
"
He
knaws
nothin
'
o
'
the
sort
.
The
best
abbun
no
right
to
say
it
,
"
declared
Mary
.
Then
Mrs.
Tregenza
fired
up
,
for
she
resented
any
criticism
on
this
subject
other
than
her
own
.
"
An
'
why
not
,
Polly
Chirgwin
?
Who
's
a
right
to
doubt
it
?
Not
you
,
I
reckon
,
Ba
n't
your
plaace
to
judge
a
man
as
walks
wi
'
God
,
like
Moses
done
.
If
Michael
edn
'
saved
,
then
theer
's
no
sawl
saved
'
pon
land
or
sea
.
You
talk
—
a
young
maiden
!
His
sawl
was
bleedin
'
an
'
his
hands
raw
a
batterin
'
the
gate
o
'
heaven
'
fore
you
was
born
,
Polly
—
ay
,
an
'
he
'd
got
the
bettermost
o
'
the
devil
wance
for
all
'
fore
you
was
conceived
in
the
womb
;
you
mind
that
.
"
"
Us
caa
n't
get
the
bettermost
o
'
the
devil
wance
for
all
,
"
said
Mary
,
changing
the
issue
,
"
no
—
not
no
more'n
us
can
wash
our
skin
clean
wance
for
all
.
But
you
an
'
me
thinks
differ'nt
an
'
allus
shall
,
Mrs.
Tregenza
.
"
"
Iss
,
though
I
s'pose
'
tis
the
same
devil
as
takes
backslidin
'
church
or
chapel
folks
.
Let
that
bide
now
.
Wheer
's
Joan
to
?
I
've
got
to
thank
'
e
kindly
for
lookin
'
arter
Tom
t'other
Sunday
night
.
Tis
things
like
that
makes
religion
uncomfortable
.
But
you
gived
the
bwoy
some
tidy
belly-timber
in
the
small
hours
o
'
day
,
an
'
he
comed
home
dog-tired
,
but
none
the
worse
.
An
'
thank
'
e
for
they
apples
an
'
cream
an
'
eggs
,
which
I
'm
sorry
they
had
sich
poor
speed
.
A
butivul
basket
as
hurt
me
to
the
heart
to
paart
with
.
But
I
was
n't
asked
.
No
offense
,
I
hope
,
'
bout
it
?
Maybe
uncle
forgot
'
twas
the
Lard
's
day
?
"
"
He
'm
the
last
ever
to
do
that
.
"
Joan
entered
at
this
point
in
the
conversation
and
betrayed
some
slight
emotion
as
her
stepmother
kissed
her
.
It
was
nearly
five
months
since
they
had
met
,
and
Mary
now
departed
,
leaving
them
to
discuss
Joan
's
physical
condition
.
"
I
be
doin
'
clever
,
"
said
Joan
,
"
never
felt
righter
in
body
.
"
Mrs.
Tregenza
poured
forth
good
advice
,
and
after
a
lengthy
conversation
came
to
a
secret
ambition
and
broached
it
with
caution
.
"
I
called
to
mind
some
baaby
's
things
—
shoes
,
clouts
,
frocks
an
'
sich-like
as
I
've
got
snug
in
lavender
to
home
.
They
was
all
flam-new
for
Tom
,
an
'
I
judged
I
'd
have
further
use
for
'
em
,
but
never
did
.
Theer
they
be
,
even
to
a
furry-cloth
,
as
none
doa
n't
ever
use
nowadays
,
though
my
mother
did
,
and
thot
well
o
n't
.
So
I
did
tu
.
'
Tis
just
a
bit
o
'
crimson
red
tailor
's
cloth
to
cover
the
soft
plaace
'
pon
a
lil
baaby
's
head
'
fore
the
bones
of
en
graw
together
.
An
'
I
reckon
'
tis
better
to
have
it
then
not
.
I
seem
you
'd
do
wise
to
take
the
whole
kit
;
an
'
you
'm
that
well-to-do
that
'
twouldn
'
be
worth
thinkin
'
'
bout
.
'
Twould
be
cheaper'n
a
shop
;
an
'
theer
's
everything
a
royal
duke
's
cheel
could
want
;
an
'
a
butivul
robe
wi
'
lacework
cut
'
pon
it
,
an
'
lil
bits
o
'
ribbon
to
tie
in
the
armholes
Sundays
.
They
'm
vitty
clothes
.
"
Joan
's
eyes
softened
to
a
misty
dreaminess
before
this
aspect
of
the
time
to
come
.
She
had
thought
so
little
about
the
baby
and
all
matters
pertaining
thereto
,
that
every
day
now
brought
with
it
mental
novelty
and
a
fresh
view
of
that
experience
stored
for
her
in
the
future
.
"
Iss
,
I
do
mind
they
things
when
Tom
was
in
'
em
.
What
be
the
value
in
money
?
"
Mrs.
Tregenza
answered
shyly
and
almost
respectfully
.
"
Well
,
'
tis
so
difficult
to
say
,
not
bein
'
a
reg'lar
seller
o
'
things
.
They
cost
wi'out
the
robe
,
as
was
a
gift
from
Mrs.
Blight
,
more'n
five
pound
.
"
"
Take
ten
pound
,
then
.
I
'll
tell
uncle
.
"
Thomasin
's
red
tongue-tip
crept
along
her
lips
and
her
bright
eyes
blinked
,
but
conscience
was
too
strong
.
"
No
,
no
—
a
sight
too
much
—
too
much
by
half
.
I
'll
let
'
e
have
the
lot
for
a
fi'-pun
'
note
.
An
'
I
'd
like
it
to
be
a
new
wan
,
if
'
tis
the
same
to
you
.
"
Joan
agreed
to
this
,
and
ten
minutes
afterward
Uncle
Chirgwin
was
opening
his
cash-box
and
handing
Thomasin
the
snowy
,
crackling
fragment
she
desired
.
"
'
Tis
the
fust
bit
o
'
money
ever
I
kept
unbeknawnst
to
Michael
,
"
she
said
,
"
an
'
,
'
pon
me
life
,
Chirgwin
,
I
be
a'most
'
feared
o
n't
.
"
"
You
'll
soon
get
awver
that
,
"
declared
Uncle
Thomas
.
"
I
'll
send
the
trap
home
with
'
e
,
an
'
you
can
look
out
the
frippery
;
an
'
you
might
send
a
nice
split
bake
back-along
with
it
,
if
you
've
got
the
likes
of
sich
a
thing
gwaine
beggin
'
to
be
ate
.
"
Presently
Mrs.
Tregenza
drove
away
and
Joan
went
to
her
room
to
think
.
Magic
effects
had
risen
from
the
spectacle
of
the
well-remembered
face
,
from
the
sound
of
the
sharp
,
high
voice
.
A
new
sensation
grew
out
of
them
for
Joan
.
Home
rose
like
a
vision
,
with
the
sighing
of
the
sea
,
the
crying
of
the
gulls
,
the
musical
rattle
of
blocks
in
the
bay
,
the
clink
,
clink
of
picks
in
the
quarry
,
the
occasional
thunder
of
a
blast
.
Many
odors
were
with
her
:
the
smell
of
tar
and
twine
and
stores
,
the
scent
of
drying
fish
.
She
saw
the
low
cliffs
all
gemmed
at
this
season
with
moon-flowers
—
the
great
white
convolvulus
which
twinkled
there
.
A
red
and
purple
fuchsia
in
the
garden
,
had
blossomed
also
.
She
could
see
the
bees
climbing
into
its
drooping
bells
.
She
remembered
their
music
,
as
it
murmured
drowsily
from
dead
and
gone
summers
,
and
sounded
sweeter
than
the
song
of
the
bees
at
Drift
.
She
heard
the
tinkle
of
a
stream
outside
the
cottage
,
where
it
ran
under
the
hedge
through
a
shute
and
emptied
itself
into
a
great
half-barrel
;
and
then
,
turning
her
thoughts
to
the
house
,
her
own
attic
,
with
the
view
of
St.
Michael
's
Mount
and
the
bay
,
rose
in
thought
,
with
every
detail
distinct
,
even
to
the
glass
scent-bottle
on
the
mantel-piece
,
and
the
colored
print
of
John
Wesley
being
rescued
in
his
childhood
from
a
burning
house
.
These
and
kindred
memories
made
a
live
picture
to
Joan
's
eyes
.
For
the
first
time
since
she
had
left
her
home
the
girl
found
in
her
heart
a
desire
to
return
to
it
.
She
awoke
next
morning
with
the
old
recollections
increased
and
multiplied
;
and
the
sensation
bred
from
continued
contemplation
was
the
sensation
of
a
loss
.
BOOK
THREE
CHANCE
CHAPTER
ONE
OF
THE
CROSSES
The
significance
of
the
ancient
crosses
in
Joan
Tregenza
's
latest
phase
of
mental
growth
becomes
much
finer
after
learning
somewhat
more
concerning
them
than
she
could
ever
know
.
The
ephemeral
life
of
one
unhappy
woman
viewed
from
these
granite
records
of
Brito-Celtic
pagan
and
Christian
faith
,
examined
in
its
relation
to
these
hoary
splinters
of
stone
,
grows
an
object
of
some
pathetic
interest
.
Such
memorials
of
the
past
as
are
here
indicated
,
vary
mightily
in
age
.
The
Christian
monuments
are
not
older
than
the
fifth
century
,
but
many
have
been
proved
palimpsests
and
rise
on
pagan
foundations
dating
from
a
time
far
more
ancient
than
their
own
.
The
relics
are
divided
into
two
classes
by
antiquarians
:
Pillar
Stones
and
Sculptured
Crosses
.
The
former
occur
throughout
the
Celtic
divisions
of
Great
Britain
,
and
are
sometimes
marked
with
the
Chi
Rho
monogram
,
or
early
rude
cross
form
.
In
most
cases
these
earlier
erections
indicated
a
grave
,
while
the
sculptured
crosses
either
denoted
boundaries
of
sanctuary
,
or
were
raised
promiscuously
where
men
and
women
passed
or
congregated
,
their
object
being
to
encourage
devotion
and
lead
human
thoughts
heavenward
.
The
designs
on
these
monuments
are
usually
a
bad
imitation
of
Irish
key
patterns
and
spirals
;
but
many
,
in
addition
,
show
crucifixes
in
their
midst
,
with
pre-Norman
figures
depicting
the
Christ
in
a
loose
tunic
or
shirt
,
his
head
erect
and
his
body
alive
,
after
the
Byzantine
fashion
.
The
mediaeval
mode
of
carving
a
corpse
on
the
cross
is
of
much
later
date
and
may
not
be
observed
before
the
twelfth
century
.
More
than
three
hundred
of
these
sculptured
crosses
have
been
discovered
within
the
confines
of
Cornwall
.
In
churchyards
and
churchyard
walls
they
stand
;
they
have
even
been
discovered
wrought
into
the
fabric
of
the
churches
themselves
;
the
brown
moor
likewise
knows
them
,
for
they
stud
its
wildernesses
and
rise
at
the
crossways
of
many
lonely
roads
;
while
elsewhere
,
villages
hold
them
in
their
hearts
,
and
the
emblem
rises
daily
before
the
sight
of
generation
upon
generation
.
In
hedges
they
are
also
to
be
seen
,
and
in
fields
;
many
have
been
rescued
from
base
uses
;
and
all
have
stood
through
the
centuries
as
the
sign
and
testimony
of
primitive
Cornish
faith
,
even
as
St.
Piran
's
white
cross
on
a
black
ground
,
the
first
banner
of
Cornwall
,
bore
aloft
the
same
symbol
in
days
when
the
present
emblem
,
with
its
fifteen
bezants
and
its
motto
,
"
One
and
All
,
"
was
not
dimly
dreamed
of
.
These
ancient
crosses
now
rose
like
gray
sentinels
on
the
gray
life
of
Joan
Tregenza
.
At
Drift
she
was
happily
placed
among
them
,
and
many
,
not
necessary
to
separately
name
,
lay
within
the
limit
of
her
daily
wanderings
,
and
her
superstitious
nature
,
working
with
the
new-born
faith
,
wove
precious
mystery
into
them
.
Much
she
loved
the
more
remote
and
lonely
stones
,
for
beside
them
,
hidden
from
the
world
's
eye
,
she
could
pray
.
Those
others
about
which
circled
human
lives
attracted
her
less
frequently
.
To
her
the
crosses
were
sentient
creatures
above
the
fret
of
Time
,
eternally
watching
human
affairs
.
The
dawn
of
art
as
shown
in
early
religious
sculpture
generally
amuses
an
ignorant
mind
,
but
,
to
Joan
,
the
little
shirted
figures
of
her
new
Saviour
,
which
opened
blind
eyes
on
the
stones
she
loved
,
were
matter
for
sorrow
rather
than
amusement
.
They
did
by
no
means
repel
her
,
despite
the
superficial
hideousness
of
them
;
indeed
,
with
a
sort
of
intuition
,
Joan
told
herself
that
human
hands
had
fashioned
them
somewhere
in
the
dawn
of
the
world
when
yet
her
Lord
's
blood
was
newly
shed
,
at
a
time
before
men
had
learned
skill
to
make
beautiful
things
.
Once
,
beside
the
foot
of
the
cross
which
stood
in
Sancreed
[
Footnote
:
This
fine
sculptured
cross
has
since
these
events
been
placed
within
the
said
churchyard
,
at
the
desire
of
Mr.
A
.
G
.
Langdon
,
the
greatest
living
authority
on
the
subject
of
Cornish
remains
.
]
churchyard
wall
,
between
two
tree-trunks
under
a
dome
of
leaves
,
the
girl
found
growing
a
spotted
persicaria
,
and
the
force
of
the
discovery
at
such
a
spot
was
great
to
her
.
Familiar
with
the
legend
of
the
purple
mark
on
every
leaf
of
the
plant
,
nothing
doubting
that
it
had
aforetime
grown
at
the
foot
of
the
true
cross
and
there
been
splashed
with
the
blood
of
her
Master
,
Joan
accepted
the
old
story
that
henceforth
the
weed
was
granted
this
proud
livery
and
badge
of
blood
.
And
now
,
finding
it
here
,
the
fable
revived
with
added
truth
and
conviction
,
the
legend
of
the
persicaria
was
as
true
to
her
as
that
other
of
the
Lord
's
resurrection
from
death
.
Thus
her
views
of
Nature
suffered
some
approach
to
debasement
in
a
new
direction
,
but
this
degradation
,
so
to
call
it
,
brought
mighty
comfort
to
her
soul
,
daily
rounded
the
ragged
edges
of
life
,
woke
merciful
trust
and
belief
in
a
promised
life
of
bliss
beyond
the
grave
,
and
embroidered
thereupon
a
patchwork
,
not
unbeautiful
,
built
of
fairy
folk-lore
,
saintly
legend
and
venerable
myth
.
Her
credulous
nature
accepted
right
and
left
;
anything
that
harbored
a
promise
or
was
lovely
or
wonderful
in
itself
found
acceptance
;
and
Joan
read
into
the
very
pulses
of
the
summer
world
the
truth
as
she
now
understood
it
.
Cornwall
suddenly
became
a
new
Holy
Land
to
the
girl
.
Here
the
circumstances
of
life
chimed
with
those
recorded
in
the
New
Testament
,
and
it
was
an
easy
mental
achievement
to
transplant
her
Saviour
from
a
historical
environment
into
her
own
.
She
pictured
Him
as
walking
amid
Uncle
Chirgwin
's
ripening
corn
;
she
saw
Him
place
His
hands
on
the
heads
of
the
little
children
at
cottage
doors
;
she
imagined
Him
standing
upon
one
of
the
stranded
luggers
in
Newlyn
harbor
with
the
gulls
floating
round
His
head
and
the
fishermen
listening
to
his
utterance
.
The
growing
mother
instincts
in
Joan
also
developed
about
this
season
.
They
leaped
from
comparative
quiescence
into
activity
;
they
may
indeed
be
recorded
as
having
arisen
within
her
after
a
manner
not
less
sudden
than
had
the
new
faith
itself
,
which
was
exhibited
to
you
as
blossoming
with
an
abruptness
almost
violent
,
because
it
thus
occurred
.
Now
most
channels
of
thought
led
Joan
to
her
unborn
infant
,
and
there
came
at
length
an
occasion
upon
which
she
prayed
for
the
first
time
that
her
child
might
be
justified
in
its
existence
.
The
petition
was
raised
where
,
in
the
past
,
she
had
uttered
one
widely
different
:
at
the
altar-stone
in
the
ruined
baptistery
of
Saint
Madron
.
Thither
on
a
day
in
early
August
,
Joan
traveled
by
short
cuts
over
fields
which
brought
the
chapel
within
reach
of
Drift
.
The
scene
had
changed
from
that
of
her
former
visit
,
and
summer
was
keeping
the
promises
of
spring
.
Yellow
stars
of
biting
stone-crop
covered
the
walls
of
the
ruin
;
the
fruit
of
the
blackthorn
was
growing
purple
,
of
the
hawthorn
,
red
;
the
lesser
dodder
crept
,
like
pink
lacework
,
over
furze
and
heather
;
bright-eyed
euphrasy
and
sweet
wild
thyme
were
murmured
over
by
many
bees
;
at
the
altar
's
foot
grew
brake
fern
and
towering
foxgloves
;
while
upon
the
sacred
stone
itself
brambles
laid
their
fruit
,
a
few
ripe
blackberries
shining
from
clusters
of
red
and
green
.
Seeding
grasses
and
docks
likewise
nourished
within
the
little
chapel
,
and
ragged
robins
and
dandelions
brought
the
best
beauty
they
had
.
Among
which
matters
,
hid
in
loneliness
,
to
the
sound
of
that
hymn
of
life
which
rises
in
a
whisper
from
all
earth
at
summer
noon
,
Joan
prayed
for
her
baby
that
it
might
not
be
born
in
vain
.
CHAPTER
TWO
HOME
Among
the
varied
ambitions
now
manifested
by
Joan
was
one
already
hinted
at
—
one
which
increased
to
the
displacement
of
smaller
interests
:
she
much
desired
to
see
again
her
home
,
if
but
for
the
space
of
an
hour
.
The
days
and
weeks
of
an
unusually
smiling
summer
brought
autumn
,
and
with
it
the
cutting
of
golden
grain
;
but
the
bustle
and
custom
of
harvest
failed
to
draw
Joan
among
her
kind
.
Human
life
faded
somewhat
,
even
to
the
verge
of
unreality
with
her
.
Silence
fell
upon
her
,
and
a
gravity
of
demeanor
which
was
new
to
the
beholders
.
Uncle
Chirgwin
and
Mary
were
alike
puzzled
at
this
sign
,
and
,
misunderstanding
the
nature
of
the
change
,
feared
that
the
girl
's
spiritual
development
must
be
meeting
unseen
opposition
.
Whims
and
moods
were
proper
to
her
condition
,
so
the
farmer
maintained
;
but
the
fancy
of
eternally
sequestering
herself
,
the
conceit
of
regarding
as
friends
those
ancient
stones
of
the
moor
and
crossroads
,
was
beyond
his
power
to
appreciate
.
To
Mary
such
conduct
presented
even
greater
elements
of
mystery
.
Yet
the
fact
faced
them
,
and
the
crosses
came
in
time
to
be
one
of
the
few
subjects
which
Joan
cared
to
talk
upon
.
Even
then
it
was
to
her
uncle
alone
she
opened
her
heart
concerning
them
:
Mary
never
unlocked
the
inner
nature
of
her
cousin
.
"
I
got
names
o
'
my
awn
for
each
of
'
em
,
"
Joan
confessed
,
"
an
'
I
seem
they
do
knaw
my
comin
'
an
'
my
secrets
an
'
my
troubles
.
They
teach
me
the
force
o
'
keepin
'
my
mouth
shut
;
an
'
much
mixin
'
wi
'
other
folks
arter
the
silence
o
'
the
stones
'
mazes
me
—
men
an
'
wummen
do
chatter
so
.
"
"
An
'
so
did
you
,
lassie
,
an
'
weer
n't
none
the
worse
.
Us
doa
n't
hear
your
purty
voice
enough
now
.
"
"
'
Tis
better
thinkin
'
than
talkin
'
,
Uncle
Thomas
.
I
abbun
nort
to
talk
'
bout
,
you
see
,
but
a
power
o
'
things
to
think
of
.
The
auld
stones
speaks
to
me
solemn
,
though
they
ca
n't
talk
.
They
'm
wise
,
voiceless
things
an
'
brings
God
closer
.
An
'
me
,
an
'
all
the
world
o
'
grass
an
'
flowers
,
an
'
the
lil
chirruping
griggans
[
Footnote
:
Grasshoppers
.
]
do
seem
so
young
beside
'
em
;
but
they
'm
big
an
'
kind
.
They
warm
my
heart
somethin
'
braave
;
an
'
they
let
the
gray
mosses
cling
to
'
em
an
'
the
dinky
blue
butterflies
open
an
'
shut
their
wings
'
pon
'
em
,
an
'
the
bramble
climb
around
theer
arms
.
They
've
tawld
me
a
many
good
things
;
an
'
fust
as
I
must
be
humbler
in
my
bearin
'
.
Wance
I
said
I
'd
forgive
faither
,
an
'
I
thot
'
twas
a
fair
thing
to
say
;
now
I
awnly
wants
en
to
forgive
me
an
'
let
me
come
to
my
time
wi
'
no
man
's
anger
hot
agin
me
.
If
I
could
win
just
a
peep
o
'
home
.
I
may
never
see
it
no
more
arter
,
'
cause
things
might
fall
out
bad
wi
'
me
.
"
"
'
Tis
nachrul
as
you
harp
on
it
;
an
'
,
blame
me
,
if
I
sees
why
you
shouldn
'
go
down-long
.
Us
might
ride
in
the
cart
an
'
no
harm
done
.
"
"
Ay
,
do
'
e
come
,
theer
's
a
dear
sawl
.
Just
to
look
upon
the
plaace
—
"
"
As
for
that
,
if
us
goes
,
us
must
see
the
matter
through
an
'
give
your
faither
the
chance
to
do
what
's
right
by
'
e
.
"
"
He
'll
not
change
;
but
still
I
'd
have
en
hear
me
tell
I
'm
in
sorrer
for
the
ill
I
brot
'
pon
his
name
.
"
"
Ay
,
facks
!
'
Tis
a
wise
word
an
'
a
right
.
Us
'll
go
this
very
arternoon
.
You
get
a
odd
pound
or
so
o
'
scald
cream
,
an
'
I
'll
see
to
a
basket
o
'
fruit
wi
'
some
o
'
they
scoured
necterns
,
as
ba
n't
no
good
for
sellin
'
,
but
eats
so
well
as
t'others
.
Iss
,
we
'll
go
so
soon
as
dinner
be
swallowed
.
Wishes
doa
n't
run
in
a
body
's
head
for
nothin
'
.
"
Uncle
Chirgwin
's
old
market-cart
,
with
the
gray
horse
and
the
squeaking
wheel
,
rattled
off
to
Newlyn
some
two
hours
later
,
and
the
ordeal
,
longed
for
at
a
distance
,
towered
tremendous
and
less
beautiful
at
nearer
approach
.
When
they
started
,
Joan
had
hoped
that
her
father
might
be
at
home
;
as
they
neared
Newlyn
she
felt
a
growing
relief
in
the
reflection
that
his
presence
ashore
was
exceedingly
improbable
.
Her
anxieties
were
forgotten
for
a
few
moments
at
sight
of
the
well-known
outlines
of
the
hills
above
the
village
.
Now
arrish-mows
—
little
thatched
stacks
some
eight
feet
high
—
glimmered
in
the
pale
gilded
stubbles
of
the
fields
;
the
orchards
gleamed
with
promise
;
the
foliage
of
the
elms
was
at
its
darkest
before
the
golden
dawn
of
autumn
.
Well-remembered
sights
rose
on
Joan
's
misty
eyes
with
the
music
proper
to
them
;
then
came
the
smell
of
the
sea
and
the
jolting
of
the
cart
,
going
slowly
over
rough
stones
.
Narrow
,
steep
streets
and
sharp
corners
had
to
be
traversed
not
only
with
caution
but
at
a
speed
which
easily
placed
Joan
within
the
focus
of
many
glances
.
Troubles
and
humiliation
of
a
sort
wholly
unexpected
burst
suddenly
upon
her
,
bringing
the
girl
's
mind
rudely
back
from
dreams
born
of
the
familiar
scene
.
Newlyn
women
bobbed
about
their
cottage
doors
with
hum
and
stir
,
and
every
gossip
's
mouth
was
full
of
news
at
this
entry
.
Doors
and
windows
filled
with
curious
heads
and
bright
eyes
;
there
was
some
laughter
in
the
air
;
fishermen
got
up
with
sidelong
looks
from
the
old
masts
or
low
walls
whereon
,
during
hours
of
leisure
,
they
sat
in
rows
and
smoked
.
Joan
,
all
aflame
,
prayed
Uncle
Chirgwin
to
hasten
,
which
he
did
to
the
best
of
his
power
;
but
their
progress
was
of
necessity
slow
,
and
local
curiosity
enjoyed
full
scope
and
play
.
Tears
came
to
the
girl
's
eyes
long
before
the
village
was
traversed
;
then
,
through
a
mist
of
them
,
she
saw
a
hand
stretched
to
meet
her
own
and
heard
a
voice
which
rang
kindly
on
her
ears
.
It
was
Sally
Trevennick
,
who
faced
the
spiteful
laughter
without
flinching
and
said
a
few
loud
,
friendly
words
,
though
indeed
her
well-meant
support
brought
scant
comfort
with
it
for
the
victim
.
"
Lard
sakes
!
Joan
,
doa
n't
'
e
take
on
so
at
them
buzzin
'
fools
!
'
Tedn
'
the
trouble
,
'
tis
the
money
make
'
em
clatter
!
Bah
!
Wheer
's
the
wan
of
them
black-browed
gals
as
'
alf
the
money
wouldn
'
buy
?
You
keep
a
bold
faace
,
an
'
doa
n't
let
'
em
see
as
their
sniggerin
's
aught
more
to
'
e
than
dog-barking
.
"
"
Us
'll
be
theer
in
a
minute
,
"
added
Mr.
Chirgwin
,
"
an
'
I
'll
drive
back
agin
by
Mouzle
;
then
you
'll
'
scape
they
she-cats
.
I
never
thot
as
you
'd
a
got
to
stand
that
dressin
'
down
in
a
plaace
what
's
knawed
you
an
'
yours
these
many
years
.
"
Joan
asked
Sally
Trevennick
whether
she
could
say
if
Gray
Michael
was
on
the
water
,
and
she
felt
very
genuine
thankfulness
on
learning
that
Sally
believed
so
.
Two
minutes
later
the
spring-cart
reached
level
ground
above
the
sea
,
then
,
whipping
up
his
horse
,
Uncle
Chirgwin
increased
the
pace
,
and
very
quickly
Joan
found
herself
at
the
door
of
home
.
Thomasin
was
within
,
and
,
hearing
the
sound
of
wheels
cease
before
the
cottage
,
came
forth
to
learn
who
had
arrived
.
Her
surprise
was
only
equaled
by
her
alarm
at
sight
of
Joan
and
Mr.
Chirgwin
.
So
frightened
indeed
did
she
appear
that
both
the
newcomers
supposed
Mr.
Tregenza
must
be
within
.
Such
,
however
,
was
not
the
case
,
and
Joan
's
stepmother
explained
the
nature
of
her
fears
.
"
He
'm
to
sea
,
but
the
whole
world
do
knaw
you
be
come
,
I
'll
lay
;
an
'
he
'll
knaw
tu
.
Sure
's
death
some
long-tongued
female
will
babble
it
to
en
'
fore
he
's
off
the
quay
.
Then
what
?
"
"
'
Tedn
'
your
fault
anyways
,
"
declared
Uncle
Thomas
.
"
Joan
's
wisht
an
'
sad
to
see
home
agin
,
as
was
right
an
'
proper
;
an
'
in
her
present
way
she
've
got
to
be
humored
.
So
I
've
brot
her
,
an
'
what
blame
comes
o't
my
shoulders
is
more'n
broad
enough
to
carry
.
I
wish
,
for
my
paart
,
as
Michael
was
home
,
so
's
I
might
faace
en
when
Joan
says
what
her
've
comed
to
say
.
I
be
gwaine
to
Penzance
now
,
'
pon
a
matter
o
'
business
,
an
'
I
'll
come
back
here
in
an
hour
or
so
an
'
drink
a
dish
o
'
tea
along
with
you
'
fore
we
staarts
.
"
He
drove
away
immediately
,
and
for
a
while
Joan
was
left
with
Mrs.
Tregenza
.
The
latter
's
curiosity
presently
soothed
her
fears
,
and
almost
the
first
thing
she
began
to
talk
about
was
that
"
will
and
testament
"
which
she
had
long
since
urged
upon
her
stepdaughter
.
But
the
girl
,
moving
about
in
the
well-known
orchard
,
had
no
attention
for
anything
but
the
sights
,
sounds
and
scents
around
her
.
Silently
and
not
unhappily
she
basked
in
old
sensations
renewed
;
and
they
filled
her
heart
.
Meanwhile
Thomasin
kept
up
a
buzz
of
conversation
concerning
Joan
's
money
and
Joan
's
future
.
"
Touchin
'
that
bit
o
'
writin
'
!
Do
'
e
see
to
it
,
soas
;
'
tis
awnly
wisdom
.
Theer
's
allus
a
fear
wi
'
the
fust
,
specially
in
the
case
o
'
a
pin-tail
built
lass
like
you
be
.
An
'
if
you
was
took
,
which
God
forbid
,
theer
'd
be
that
mort
o
'
money
to
come
to
Michael
,
him
bein
'
your
faither
—
that
is
,
s'pose
the
cheel
was
took
tu
,
which
God
forbid
likewise
.
An
'
he
'd
burn
it
—
every
note
—
I
mean
Michael
.
Now
if
you
was
to
name
Tom
—
just
in
case
o
'
accidents
—
?
He
'm
of
your
awn
blood
by
's
faither
.
"
"
But
my
baaby
must
be
fust
.
"
"
In
coorse
er
must
.
'
Tis
lawful
an
'
right
.
Love
childern
do
come
as
sweet
an
'
innercent
on
to
the
airth
as
them
born
o
'
wedlock
—
purty
sawls
.
'
Tis
the
fashion
to
apprentice
'
em
to
theer
faithers
mostly
,
an
'
they
be
a
sort
o
'
poor
cousins
o
'
the
rightful
fam'ly
;
but
your
lil
wan
—
well
—
theer
edn
'
gwaine
to
be
any
'
poor
cousin
'
talk
'
bout
en
—
if
en
do
live
.
But
I
was
talkin
'
o
'
the
will
.
"
"
I
've
writ
it
out
all
fair
in
ink
'
cordin
'
as
Uncle
Chirgwin
advised
,
"
said
Joan
.
"
Fust
comes
my
cheel
,
then
Tom
.
Uncle
sez
theer
ba
n't
no
call
to
name
others
.
I
wanted
hisself
to
take
a
half
on
it
,
but
he
said
theer
were
n't
no
need
an
'
he
would
n't
nohow
.
"
"
Quite
right
,
"
declared
Thomasin
.
"
Iss
fay
!
He
be
a
plain
dealer
an
'
a
good
righteous
man
.
"
Joan
's
thoughts
meanwhile
were
mainly
concerned
with
her
surroundings
,
and
when
she
had
walked
thrice
about
the
garden
,
visited
the
pigs
,
peeped
into
the
tool-house
to
smell
the
paint
and
twine
,
noted
the
ripening
plums
and
a
promising
little
crop
of
beets
coming
on
in
the
field
beyond
,
she
went
indoors
.
There
a
pair
of
Michael
's
tall
sea-boots
stood
in
the
chimney
corner
,
with
a
small
pair
of
Tom
's
beside
them
;
the
old
,
well-remembered
crockery
shone
from
the
dresser
;
geraniums
and
begonias
filled
the
window
;
on
a
basket
at
the
right
of
the
fireside
stood
a
small
blue
plate
with
gold
lettering
upon
it
and
a
picture
of
Saltash
Bridge
in
the
middle
.
The
legend
ran
—
A
present
for
a
good
girl
.
It
was
a
gift
from
her
father
to
Joan
,
on
her
tenth
birthday
.
She
picked
it
up
,
polished
it
,
and
asked
for
a
piece
of
paper
to
wrap
it
in
,
designing
to
carry
the
trifle
away
with
her
.
Every
old
nook
and
corner
had
been
visited
by
the
time
that
Uncle
Chirgwin
returned
.
Then
all
sat
down
to
eat
and
drink
,
and
the
taste
of
the
tea
went
still
further
to
quicken
Joan
's
memory
.
Mrs.
Tregenza
gave
them
such
information
as
suggested
itself
to
her
during
the
progress
of
the
meal
.
She
was
chiefly
concerned
about
her
son
.
"
Cruel
'
ard
worked
he
be
,
sure
'
nough
,
"
she
murmured
.
"
'
Tis
contrary
to
reason
a
boy
can
graw
when
he
's
made
to
sweat
same
as
Tom
be
.
An
'
short
for
his
age
as
'
tis
.
But
butivul
broad
,
an
'
'
mazin
'
strong
,
an
'
a
fine
sight
to
see
en
ate
his
food
.
Then
the
Gosp'lers
—
well
,
they
'm
cold
friends
to
the
young
.
A
bwoy
like
him
caa
n't
feel
religion
in
his
blood
same
as
grawed
folks
.
"
"
Small
blame
to
en
,
"
said
Joan
promptly
.
"
Let
en
go
to
church
an
'
hear
proper
holy
ministers
in
black
an
'
white
gownds
,
an
'
proper
words
set
down
in
print
,
same
as
what
I
do
now
.
"
"
I
'd
as
soon
not
have
my
flaish
creep
down
the
spine
'
pon
Sundays
as
not
,
"
confessed
Thomasin
,
"
but
Michael
's
Michael
,
an
'
so
all
's
said
.
"
Uncle
Chirgwin
went
to
smoke
a
pipe
and
water
his
horse
at
this
juncture
;
but
he
returned
within
less
than
ten
minutes
.
"
It
's
blowin
'
,
"
he
said
,
"
an
'
the
fust
skew
o
'
gray
rain
's
breakin
'
over
the
sea
.
I
knawed
'
twas
comin
'
by
my
corns
.
The
bwoats
is
sailin
'
back
tu
—
a
frothin
'
in
proper
ower
the
lumpy
water
.
"
"
Then
you
'd
best
be
movin
'
,
"
said
Mrs.
Tregenza
.
"
I
judged
bad-fashioned
weather
was
comin
'
tu
when
I
touched
the
string
o
'
seaweed
as
hangs
by
the
winder
.
'
Tis
clammy
to
the
hand
.
God
save
us
!
"
she
continued
,
turning
from
the
door
,
"
theer
's
ourn
at
the
moorin
's
!
They
've
been
driv
'
back
'
fore
us
counted
'
pon
seein
'
'
em
by
the
promise
of
storm
.
Get
you
gone
,
for
the
love
o
'
the
Lard
;
an
'
go
Mouzle
way
,
else
you
'll
run
on
top
o
'
Michael
for
sure
.
"
"
Ba
n't
no
odds
if
us
do
.
Joan
had
a
mind
to
see
en
,
"
answered
the
farmer
;
but
Joan
spoke
for
herself
.
She
explained
that
she
now
wished
to
depart
without
seeing
her
father
if
possible
.
It
was
,
however
,
too
late
to
escape
the
meeting
.
Even
as
the
twain
bade
Mrs.
Tregenza
a
hasty
farewell
,
heavy
feet
sounded
on
the
cobbles
at
the
cottage
door
and
a
moment
later
Tregenza
entered
.
His
oilskins
were
wet
and
shiny
;
half
a
dozen
herrings
,
threaded
through
the
gills
on
a
string
,
hung
from
his
right
hand
.
CHAPTER
THREE
"
THE
LORD
IS
KING
"
Michael
Tregenza
instantly
observed
Joan
where
she
sat
by
the
window
,
and
,
seeing
her
,
stood
still
.
The
fish
fell
from
his
hand
and
dropped
slithering
in
a
heap
on
the
stone
floor
.
There
was
a
silence
so
great
that
all
could
hear
a
patter
of
drops
from
the
fisherman
's
oilskins
as
the
water
rolled
to
the
ground
.
At
the
same
moment
gusts
of
rising
wind
shook
the
casement
and
bleared
the
glass
in
it
with
rain
.
Joan
,
as
she
rose
and
stood
near
Mr.
Chirgwin
,
heard
her
heart
thump
and
felt
the
blood
leap
.
Then
she
nerved
herself
,
came
a
little
forward
,
and
spoke
before
her
father
had
time
to
do
so
.
He
had
now
turned
his
gaze
from
her
and
was
looking
at
the
farmer
.
"
Faither
,
"
she
said
very
gently
,
"
faither
dearie
,
forgive
me
.
I
begs
it
so
hard
;
'
tis
the
thing
I
wants
most
.
I
feared
to
see
'
e
,
but
you
was
sent
off
the
waters
that
I
might
.
I
comed
in
tremblin
'
an
'
sorrer
to
see
wheer
I
've
lived
most
all
my
short
days
.
I
'm
that
differ'nt
now
to
what
I
was
.
Uncle
Thomas
'll
tell
'
e
.
I
know
I
'm
a
sinful
,
wicked
wummon
,
an
'
I
'm
heart-broke
day
an
'
night
for
the
shame
I
've
brot
'
pon
my
folks
.
I
'll
trouble
'
e
no
more
if
'
e
will
awnly
say
the
word
.
Please
,
please
,
faither
,
forgive
.
"
She
stood
without
moving
,
as
did
he
.
Uncle
Chirgwin
watched
silently
.
Mrs.
Tregenza
made
some
stir
at
the
fire
to
conceal
her
anxiety
.
No
relenting
glimmer
softened
either
the
steel
of
Gray
Michael
's
eyes
or
one
line
in
his
great
face
.
The
furrows
knotted
between
his
eyebrows
and
at
the
corners
of
his
eyes
.
His
sou'wester
still
covered
his
head
.
At
his
mouth
was
a
down-drawing
,
as
of
disgust
before
some
offensive
sight
or
smell
,
and
the
hand
which
had
held
the
fish
was
clinched
.
He
swallowed
and
found
speech
hard
.
Then
Joan
spoke
again
.
"
Uncle
's
forgived
me
,
an
'
Mary
,
an
'
Tom
,
an
'
mother
here
.
Caa
n't
'
e
,
caa
n't
'
e
,
faither
?
My
road
's
that
hard
.
"
Then
he
answered
,
his
words
bursting
out
of
his
lips
sharply
,
painfully
at
first
,
rolling
as
usual
in
his
mighty
chest
voice
afterward
.
The
man
twisted
Scripture
to
his
narrow
purposes
according
to
Luke
Gospel
usage
.
"
'
Forgive
'
?
Who
can
forgive
but
the
Lard
,
an
'
what
is
man
that
he
should
forgive
them
as
the
A'mighty
's
damned
?
'
Tis
the
sinners
'
bleat
an
'
whine
for
forgiveness
what
's
crackin
'
the
ear
o
'
God
whensoever
'
tis
bent
'
pon
airth
.
Ai
n't
your
religion
taught
you
that
—
you
,
Thomas
Chirgwin
?
If
not
,
'
tis
a
brawken
reed
,
man
.
Get
you
gone
,
you
fagot
,
you
an
'
this
here
white-haired
sawl
,
as
is
foolin
'
you
an
'
holdin
'
converse
wi
'
the
outcast
o
'
heaven
.
I
ba
n't
no
faither
o
'
yourn
,
thank
God
,
as
shawed
me
I
weer
n't
—
never
,
never
.
Gaw
!
Gaw
both
of
'
e
.
My
God
!
the
sight
of
'
e
do
sicken
me
as
I
stand
in
the
same
air
.
You
—
an
auld
man
—
touchin
'
her
an
'
her
devil-sent
,
filthy
moneys
.
'
Twas
a
evil
day
,
Thomas
Chirgwin
,
when
I
fust
seed
them
o
'
your
blood
—
an
ill
hour
,
an
'
you
drives
it
red-hot
into
my
brain
with
your
actions
.
Bad
,
bad
you
be
—
bad
as
that
lyin
'
,
false
,
lost
sinner
theer
—
a-draggin
'
out
your
cant
o
'
forgiveness
an
'
foolin
'
a
damned
sawl
wi
'
falsehoods
.
You
knaws
wheer
she
'm
gwaine
;
an
'
your
squeakin
'
,
time-servin
'
passon
knaws
;
an
'
you
both
tells
her
differ'nt
!
"
"
Out
on
'
e
,
you
stone-hearted
wretch
o
'
a
man
!
"
began
Uncle
Chirgwin
in
a
small
voice
,
shaking
with
anger
;
but
the
fisherman
had
not
said
his
last
word
,
and
roared
the
other
down
.
Gray
Michael
's
self-control
was
less
than
usual
;
his
face
had
grown
very
red
and
surcharged
veins
showed
black
on
the
unwrinkled
sides
of
his
forehead
.
"
No
more
,
not
a
word
.
Get
you
gone
an
'
never
agin
set
foot
'
pon
this
here
draxel
.
[
Footnote
:
Draxel
—
Threshold
.
]
Never
—
never
none
o
'
Chirgwin
breed
.
Gaw
!
or
auld
as
you
be
