Lightfoot's, where he was to rest, dine, and see Emlyn.
Kind Mrs. Lightfoot shed tears when she saw the sturdy, ruddy youth
grown so thin and pale; and as to Emlyn, she actually stood silent
for three minutes.
The two were left together in Mrs. Lightfoot's kitchen, for Patience
was at market, and their hostess had to mind her trade.
Stead presently told Emlyn somewhat of the doctor's opinion, and
then, producing his portion of the tester, and with lips that
trembled in spite of himself, said that he had come to give Emlyn
back her troth plight.
"Oh! Stead, Stead," she cried, bursting into tears. "I thought you
had forgiven me."
"Forgiven you! Yea, truly, poor child, but--"
"But only when you were sick! You cast me off now you are whole."
"I shall never be whole again, Emlyn."
"I don't believe Master Willis. He is nought but a barber," she
exclaimed passionately. "I know there are physicians at the Bath who
would cure you; or there's the little Jew by the wharf; or the wise
man on Durdham Down.
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