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all little; wet; shining ridges。 About a quarter of a mile out lay a
cutter; with her tan sail half down; swinging to the swell。 The
sunlight was making the pink cliffs glow in the most wonderful way;
and shifting in bright patches over the sea like moving shoals of
goldfish。 Pearse perched himself on his dinghy; and looked out under
his hand。 He seemed lost in admiration。
〃If we could only net some of those spangles;〃 he said; 〃an' make
gold of 'em! No more work then。〃
〃It's a big job I've got on;〃 he said presently; 〃I'll tell you about
it on Wednesday。 I want a journalist。〃
〃But I don't write for the papers;〃 I said; 〃I do other sort of work。
My game is archaeology。〃
〃It doesn't matter;〃 he said; 〃the more imagination the better。 It'd
be a thundering good thing for you。〃
His assurance was amazing; but it was past supper…time; and hunger
getting the better of my curiosity; I bade him good…night。 When I
looked back; he was still there; on the edge of his boat; gazing at
the sea。 A queer sort of bird altogether; but attractive somehow。
Nobody mentioned him that evening; but once old Ford; after staring a
long time at Pasiance; muttered a propos of nothing; 〃Undutiful
children!〃 She was softer than usual; listening quietly to our talk;
and smiling when spoken to。 At bedtime she went up to her grand…
father; without waiting for the usual command; 〃Come and kiss me;
child。〃
Dan did not stay to supper; and he has not been here since。 This
morning I asked Mother Hopgood who Zachary Pearse was。 She's a true
Devonian; if there's anything she hates; it is to be committed to a
definite statement。 She ambled round her answer; and at last told me
that he was 〃son of old Cap'en Jan Pearse to Black Mill。 'Tes an old
family to Dartymouth an' Plymouth;〃 she went on in a communicative
outburst。 〃They du say Francis Drake tuke five o' they Pearses with
'en to fight the Spaniards。 At least that's what I've heard Mr。
Zachary zay; but Ha…apgood can tell yu。〃 Poor Hopgood; the amount of
information she saddles him with in the course of the day! Having
given me thus to understand that she had run dry; she at once went
on:
〃Cap'en Jan Pearse made a dale of ventures。 He's old nowthey du
say nigh an 'undred。 Ha…apgood can tell yu。〃
〃But the son; Mrs。 Hopgood?〃
Her eyes twinkled with sudden shrewdness: She hugged herself
placidly。
〃An' what would yu take for dinner to…day? There's duck; or yu might
like 'toad in the hole;' with an apple tart; or then; there'sWell!
we'll see what we can du like。〃 And off she went; without waiting
for my answer。
To…morrow is Wednesday。 I shan't be sorry to get another look at
this fellow Pearse。。。。
III
〃Friday; 29th July。
。。。。。。。Why do you ask me so many questions; and egg me on to write
about these people instead of minding my business? If you really
want to hear; I'll tell you of Wednesday's doings。
It was a splendid morning; and Dan turned up; to my surprisethough
I might have known that when he says a thing; he does it。 John Ford
came out to shake hands with him; then; remembering why he had come;
breathed loudly; said nothing; and went in again。 Nothing was to be
seen of Pasiance; and we went down to the beach together。
〃I don't like this fellow Pearse; George;〃 Dan said to me on the way;
〃I was fool enough to say I'd go; and so I must; but what's he after?
Not the man to do things without a reason; mind you。
I remarked that we should soon know。
〃I'm not so surequeer beggar; I never look at him without thinking
of a pirate。〃
The cutter lay in the cove as if she had never moved。 There too was
Zachary Pearse seated on the edge of his dinghy。
〃A five…knot breeze;〃 he said; 〃I'll run you down in a couple of
hours。〃 He made no inquiry about Pasiance; but put us into his
cockleshell and pulled for the cutter。 A lantern…Jawed fellow; named
Prawle; with a spiky; prominent beard; long; clean…shaven upper lip;
and tanned complexiona regular hard…weather birdreceived us。
The cutter was beautifully clean; built for a Brixham trawler; she
still had her numberDH 113uneffaced。 We dived into a sort of
cabin; airy; but dark; fitted with two bunks and a small table; on
which stood some bottles of stout; there were lockers; too; and pegs
for clothes。 Prawle; who showed us round; seemed very proud of a
steam contrivance for hoisting sails。 It was some minutes before we
came on deck again; and there; in the dinghy; being pulled towards
the cutter; sat Pasiance。
〃If I'd known this;〃 stammered Dan; getting red; 〃I wouldn't have
come。〃 She had outwitted us; and there was nothing to be done。
It was a very pleasant sail。 The breeze was light from the south…
east; the sun warm; the air soft。 Presently Pasiance began singing:
〃Columbus is dead and laid in his grave;
Oh! heigh…ho! and laid in his grave;
Over his head the apple…trees wave
Oh! heigh…ho! the apple…trees wave。。。。
The apples are ripe and ready to fall;
Oh! heigh…ho! and ready to fall;
There came an old woman and gathered them all;
Oh! heigh…ho! and gathered them all。。。。
The apples are gathered; and laid on the shelf;
Oh! heigh…ho! and laid on the shelf;
If you want any more; you must sing for yourself;
Oh! heigh…ho! and sing for yourself。〃
Her small; high voice came to us in trills and spurts; as the wind
let it; like the singing of a skylark lost in the sky。 Pearse went
up to her and whispered something。 I caught a glimpse of her face
like a startled wild creature's; shrinking; tossing her hair;
laughing; all in the same breath。 She wouldn't sing again; but
crouched in the bows with her chin on her hands; and the sun
falling on one cheek; round; velvety; red as a peach。。。。
We passed Dartmouth; and half an hour later put into a little wooded
bay。 On a low reddish cliff was a house hedged round by pine…trees。
A bit of broken jetty ran out from the bottom of the cliff。 We
hooked on to this; and landed。 An ancient; fish…like man came
slouching down and took charge of the cutter。 Pearse led us towards
the house; Pasiance following mortally shy all of a sudden。
The house had a dark; overhanging thatch of the rush reeds that grow
in the marshes hereabouts; I remember nothing else remarkable。 It
was neither old; nor new; neither beautiful; nor exactly ugly;
neither clean; nor entirely squalid; it perched there with all its
windows over the sea; turning its back contemptuously on the land。
Seated in a kind of porch; beside an immense telescope; was a very
old man in a panama hat; with a rattan cane。 His pure…white beard
and moustache; and almost black eyebrows; gave a very singular;
piercing look to his little; restless; dark…grey eyes; all over his
mahogany cheeks and neck was a network of fine wrinkles。 He sat
quite upright; in the full sun; hardly blinking。
〃Dad!〃 said Zachary; 〃this is Pasiance Voisey。〃 The old man turned
his eyes on her and muttered; 〃How do you do; ma'am?〃 then took no
further notice。 And Pasiance; who seemed to resent this; soon
slipped away and went wandering about amongst the pines。 An old
woman brought some plates and bottles and laid them casually on a
table; and we sat round the figure of old Captain Pearse without a
word; as if we were all under a spell。
Before lunch there was a little scene between Zachary Pearse and Dan;
as to which of them should summon Pasiance。 It ended in both going;
and coming back without her。 She did not want any lunch; would stay
where she was amongst the pines。
For lunch we had chops; wood…pigeons; mushrooms; and mulberry
preserve; and drank wonderful Madeira out of common wine…glasses。 I
asked the old man where he got it; he gave me a queer look; and
answered with a little bow:
〃Stood me in tu shillin' the bottle; an' the country got nothing out
of it; sir。 In the early Thirties; tu shillin' the bottle; there's
no such wine nowadays and;〃 he added; looking at Zachary; 〃no such
men。〃
Zachary smiled and said: 〃You did nothing so big; dad; as what I'm
after; now!〃
The old man's eyes had a sort of disdain in them。
〃You're going far; then; in the Pied Witch; Zack?〃
〃I am;〃 said Zachary。
〃And where might yu be goin' in that old trampin' smut factory?〃
〃Morocco。〃
〃Heu!〃 said the old man; 〃there's nothing there; I know that coast;
as I know the back o' my hand。〃 He stretched out a hand covered with
veins and hair。
Zachary began suddenly to pour out a flood of words:
〃Below Mogadora fellow therefriend of minetwo years ago now。
Concessionstrade…gunpowdercruisersfeudsmoneychiefsGatling
gunsSultanriflesrebelliongold。〃 He detailed a reckless;
sordid; bold scheme; which; on the pivot of a trading venture; was
intended to spin a whole wheel of political convulsion