But you always are so headstrong; when you have
made up your mind no one can move you, and you don't care whose heart
you break," she sobbed.
"Hearken, little sweet," said Stead. "'Tis nought but that I wot
that it would be ill for you to be bound to a poor frail man that
will never be able to keep you as you should be kept. All I had put
by is well nigh gone, and I'm not like to make it up again for many a
year, even if I were as strong as ever."
"And you won't go to the Jew, or the wise man, or the Bath?"
"I have not the money."
"But I will--I will save it for you!" cried Emlyn, who never had
saved in her life. "Or look here. Master Henshaw might give you a
place in his office, and then there would be no need to dwell in that
nasty, damp gulley, but we could be in the town. I'll ask my
mistress to crave it from him."
Stead could not but smile at her eagerness, but he shook his head.
"It would be bootless, sweetheart, I cannot carry weights."
"No, but you can write."
"Very scurvily, and I cannot cypher.
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