Garthowen - A Story of a Welsh Homestead by Allen Raine
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the table.
"Hello! Bella Lewis and Polly Jones, is it you? Where you come from so early?" said Mrs. Parry. "Come to see me, of course!" suggested the sailor. "Come to see you and stop you going," said one of the girls. "Gethin Owens, you _are_ more of a skulk than I took you for, though you are rather shirky in your ways, if this is true what I hear about you." "What?" said Gethin, replacing the necklace in the box. "That you are going home for good, going to turn farmer and say good-bye to the shipping and the docks." And as she spoke she laid her hand on the box which Gethin was closing, and drew out its contents. There was a greedy glitter in her bold eyes as she asked, "Who's that for?" and she clasped it round her own neck, while Gethin's dark face flushed. "Couldn't look better than there," he answered gallantly, "so you keep it, to remember me," and tying up his canvas bag he bade them all a hurried good-bye. Mrs. Parry followed him to the doorway with regretful farewells, for she was losing a friend who had not only paid her well, but had been kind to her delicate boy, and whose strong fist had often decided in her favour a fight with her brutal husband. "There you now," she said, in a confidential whisper and with a nudge |
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