Under the Storm by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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Goody Grace. "That's the way with lads, nought but themselves."
"It was because of what they did to poor father," replied Stead. "And if he, or the folks he is gone to, call that the Christian religion, 'tis more than I do!" rejoined the old woman. "I wish I had met him, I'd have given him a bit of my mind about going off to his revenge, as he calls it, without ever a thought what was to become of his own flesh and blood here." "He did say I might go to service (not that I shall), and that some one would take you in for the cattle's sake." "O don't do that, Stead," cried Patience, "don't let us part!" He had only just time to answer, "No such thing," for people were coming about them by this time, one after another emerging from the cottages that stood around the village green. The women were all hotly angry with Jeph for going off and leaving his young brothers and sisters to shift for themselves. "He was ever an idle fellow," said one, "always running after the soldiers and only wanting an excuse." "Best thing he could do for himself or them," growled old Green. "Eh! What, Gaffer Green! To go off without a word or saying by your leave to his poor little sister before his good father be cold in his grave," exclaimed a whole clamour of voices. "Belike he knew what a clack of women's tongues there would be, and |
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