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第47章 A MAN OF DEVON(4)

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 now--they 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's--Well!

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 surprise--though 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 sure--queer 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 complexion--a regular hard-weather bird--received us.

The cutter was beautifully clean; built for a Brixham trawler, she still had her number--DH 113--uneffaced.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.Iasked 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.

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