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own。 Come； come； now；” he went on； becoming jocose； as soon as
Hetty had kissed her aunt and the old man； “Adam wants a kiss
too； I’ll warrant； and he’s a right to one now。”
Hetty turned away； smiling； towards her empty chair。
“Come； Adam； then； take one；” persisted Mr。 Poyser； “else y’
arena half a man。”
Adam got up； blushing like a small maiden—great strong fellow
as he was—and； putting his arm round Hetty stooped down and
gently kissed her lips。
It was a pretty scene in the red fire…light； for there were no
candles—why should there be； when the fire was so bright and
was reflected from all the pewter and the polished oak？ No one
wanted to work on a Sunday evening。 Even Hetty felt something
like contentment in the midst of all this love。 Adam’s attachment
to her； Adam’s caress； stirred no passion in her； were no longer
enough to satisfy her vanity； but they were the best her life offered
her now—they promised her some change。
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There was a great deal of discussion before Adam went away；
about the possibility of his finding a house that would do for him
to settle in。 No house was empty except the one next to Will
Maskery’s in the village； and that was too small for Adam now。 Mr。
Poyser insisted that the best plan would be for Seth and his
mother to move and leave Adam in the old home； which might be
enlarged after a while； for there was plenty of space in the
woodyard and garden； but Adam objected to turning his mother
out。
“Well； well；” said Mr。 Poyser at last； “we needna fix everything
to…night。 We must take time to consider。 You canna think o’
getting married afore Easter。 I’m not for long courtships； but there
must be a bit o’ time to make things comfortable。”
“Aye； to be sure；” said Mrs。 Poyser； in a hoarse whisper；
“Christian folks can’t be married like cuckoos； I reckon。”
“I’m a bit daunted； though；” said Mr。 Poyser； “when I think as
we may have notice to quit； and belike be forced to take a farm
twenty mile off。”
“Eh；” said the old man； staring at the floor and lifting his hands
up and down； while his arms rested on the elbows of his chair； “it’s
a poor tale if I mun leave th’ ould spot an be buried in a strange
parish。 An’ you’ll happen ha’ double rates to pay；” he added；
looking up at his son。
“Well； thee mustna fret beforehand； father；” said Martin the
younger。 “Happen the captain ’ull come home and make our peace
wi’ th’ old squire。 I build upo’ that； for I know the captain ’ll see
folks righted if he can。”
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Chapter XXXV
The Hidden Dread
t was a busy time for Adam—the time between the beginning
of November and the beginning of February； and he could see
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little of Hetty； except on Sundays。 But a happy time；
nevertheless； for it was taking him nearer and nearer to March；
when they were to be married； and all the little preparations for
their new housekeeping marked the progress towards the longed…
for day。 Two new rooms had been “run up” to the old house； for
his mother and Seth were to live with them after all。 Lisbeth had
cried so piteously at the thought of leaving Adam that he had gone
to Hetty and asked her if； for the love of him； she would put up
with his mother’s ways and consent to live with her。 To his great
delight； Hetty said； “Yes； I’d as soon she lived with us as not。”
Hetty’s mind was oppressed at that moment with a worse difficulty
than poor Lisbeth’s ways； she could not care about them。 So Adam
was consoled for the disappointment he had felt when Seth had
come back from his visit to Snowfield and said “it was no use—
Dinah’s heart wasna turned towards marrying。” For when he told
his mother that Hetty was willing they should all live together and
there was no more need of them to think of parting； she said； in a
more contented tone than he had heard her speak in since it had
been settled that he was to be married； “Eh； my lad； I’ll be as still
as th’ ould tabby； an’ ne’er want to do aught but th’ offal work； as
she wonna like t’ do。 An’ then we needna part the platters an’
things； as ha’ stood on the shelf together sin’ afore thee wast
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born。”
There was only one cloud that now and then came across
Adam’s sunshine： Hetty seemed unhappy sometimes。 But to all his
anxious； tender questions； she replied with an assurance that she
was quite contented and wished nothing different； and the next
time he saw her she was more lively than usual。 It might be that
she was a little overdone with work and anxiety now； for soon after
Christmas Mrs。 Poyser had taken another cold； which had brought
on inflammation； and this illness had confined her to her room all
through January。 Hetty had to manage everything downstairs； and
half…supply Molly’s place too； while that good damsel waited on
her mistress； and she seemed to throw herself so entirely into her
new functions； working with a grave steadiness which was new in
her； that Mr。 Poyser often told Adam she was wanting to show him
what a good housekeeper he would have； but he “doubted the lass
was o’erdoing it—she must have a bit o’ rest when her aunt could
come downstairs。”
This desirable event of Mrs。 Poyser’s coming downstairs
happened in the early part of February； when some mild weather
thawed the last patch of snow on the Binton Hills。 On one of these
days； soon after her aunt came down； Hetty went to Treddleston to
buy some of the wedding things which were wanting； and which
Mrs。 Poyser had scolded her for neglecting； observing that she
supposed “it was because they were not for th’ outside； else she’d
ha’ bought ’em fast enough。”
It was about ten o’clock when Hetty set off； and the slight hoar…
frost that had whitened the hedges in the early morning had
disappeared as the sun mounted the cloudless sky。 Bright
February days have a stronger charm of hope about them than
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any other days in the year。 One likes to pause in the mild rays of
the sun； and look over the gates at the patient plough…horses
turning at the end of the furrow； and think that the beautiful year
is all before one。 The birds seem to feel just the same： their notes
are as clear as the clear air。 There are no leaves on the trees and
hedgerows； but how green all the grassy fields are！ And the dark
purplish brown of the ploughed earth and of the bare branches is
beautiful too。 What a glad world this looks like； as one drives or
rides along the valleys and over the hills！ I have often thought so
when； in foreign countries； where the fields and woods have
looked to me like our English Loamshire—the rich land tilled with
just as much care； the woods rolling down the gentle slopes to the
green meadows—I have come on something by the roadside which
has reminded me that I am not in Loamshire： an image of a great
agony—the agony of the Cross。 It has stood perhaps by the
clustering apple…blossoms； or in the broad sunshine by the
cornfield； or at a turning by the wood where a clear brook was
gurgling below； and surely； if there came a traveller to this world
who knew nothing of the story o
