I'll never go there again."
"I am sure you made it a misery to me, trying to make Rusha and Ben
as idle and restless as yourself," said Patience.
"They ought not to listen to a mere Roundhead sectary," said Emlyn,
tossing her head. "I couldn't have borne it if I had not had the
young ladies to look at. They had got silk hoods and curls and lace
collars, so as it was a shame a mere Puritan should wear."
"O Emlyn, Emlyn, it is all for the outside," said Patience. "Now, I
did somehow like to hear good words, though they were not like the
old ones."
"Good, indeed! from a trumpery Puritan."
Stead went to church in the afternoon. He was eighteen now, and that
great struggle and effort had made him more of a man. He thought
much when he was working alone in the fields, and he had spent his
time on Sundays in reading his Bible and Prayer-book, and comparing
them with Jeph's tracts. Since Emlyn had come, he had made a corner
of the cowshed fit to sleep in, by stuffing the walls with dry
heather, and the sweet breath of the cows kept it sufficiently warm,
and on the winter evenings, he took a lantern there with one of
Patience's rush lights, learnt a text or two anew, and then repeated
passages to himself and thought over them.
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