"Fine tendance!" said the old woman. "My lady wants to kill him
outright. Nay, nay, my young madam, we want none of your airs and
flights here. You can do no good, except by making yourself scarce--
you that can't hold your tongue a moment"
Stead here whispered, "Her mistress, will she forgive her?"
"Oh, yes, no fear but that she will," said Emlyn, who perhaps had
revolved in her mind, since her first impulse, what it would be to
nurse Stead in that hovel, with two such displeased companions as
Goody and Patience. More to pacify Steadfast's uneasy eyes than for
her own sake, Patience gave her a drink of milk and a piece of bread,
and Peter coming just then to ask if he could help Ben with the
cattle, undertook to see her safely on her way, since twilight was
coming on. Sobered and awestruck by the silence and evident
condemnation of all around, she ended by flinging herself on her
knees by the bed, and saying "Stead, Stead, you forgive me, though no
one else does?"
"Poor child--I do--as I hope--"
"The blood again.
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