The Weavers: a tale of England and Egypt of fifty years ago - Volume 2 by Gilbert Parker
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as thee says, Soolsby."
She rose to her feet and made as if to go, but she kept her face from him. Presently, however, she turned and looked at him. "If he does ill to Davy, there will be those like thee, Soolsby, who will not spare him." His fingers opened and shut maliciously, he nodded dour assent. After an instant, while he watched her, she added: "Thee has not heard my lord is to marry?" "Marry--who is the blind lass?" "Her name is Maryon, Miss Hylda Maryon: and she has a great fortune. But within a month it is to be." "Thee remembers the woman of the cross-roads, her that our Davy--" "Her the Egyptian kissed, and put his watch in her belt--ay, Kate Heaver!" "She is now maid to her Lord Eglington will wed. She is to spend to-night with us." "Where is her lad that was, that the Egyptian rolled like dough in a trough?" "Jasper Kimber? He is at Sheffield. He has been up and down, now sober for a year, now drunken for a month, now in, now out of a place, until this past year. But for this whole year he has been sober, and he may keep his pledge. He is working in the trades-unions. Among his fellow- |
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