intellectual faculties found material for exercise, she declared that
Burton must be more to blame than Jane. He had money and position in the
country-side. But equally as he was more to blame he would be less
blamed. No one would dare to tell _him_ he was wrong. They would wait,
stone in hand, for the girl who had been a child among them, and when
she was forsaken and alone would throw and strike. Anne lived apart, but
she knew _that_. "It will be visited on the girl," she thought; and
indignation at Richard Burton rose steadily in her thoughts.

After a while she stirred, and, lighting a candle, slowly stooped and
raised the lid of the bread-mug. Pulling out half a loaf, she cut a
thick piece for supper. She ate it slowly, with a piece of cold bacon,
then, taking the candle, her shadow growing gigantic behind her, she
fastened the door without looking outside, and climbed the stairs,
heavily and sorrowfully, to her solitary bedroom, her shadow with one
jerk filling the whole room.




CHAPTER VII


There was no covered market even in so considerable a town as Haybarn.
From end to end of the rectangular market-place were set wooden tables
on movable trestles, and over these were stretched frames of canvas, the
whole assembly looking like a fantastic toy village set in the middle of
the substantial brick houses, banks, and inns of the square, or like a
child's erections amid the solid furniture on a nursery floor.