Phase the Sixth: The Convert
47. CHAPTER XLVII (continued)
"O no. 'Tis a ranter pa'son who's been sniffing after
her lately; not a dandy like this."
"Well--this is the same man."
"The same man as the preacher? But he's quite
different!"
"He hev left off his black coat and white neckercher,
and hev cut off his whiskers; but he's the same man for
all that."
"D'ye really think so? Then I'll tell her," said
Marian.
"Don't. She'll see him soon enough, good-now."
"Well. I don't think it at all right for him to join
his preaching to courting a married woman, even though
her husband mid be abroad, and she, in a sense, a
widow."
"Oh--he can do her no harm," said Izz drily. "Her mind
can no more be heaved from that one place where it do
bide than a stooded waggon from the hole he's in. Lord
love 'ee, neither court-paying, nor preaching, nor the
seven thunders themselves, can wean a woman when
'twould be better for her that she should be weaned."
Dinner-time came, and the whirling ceased; whereupon
Tess left her post, her knees trembling so wretchedly
with the shaking of the machine that she could scarcely
walk.
"You ought to het a quart o' drink into 'ee, as I've
done," said Marian. "You wouldn't look so white then.
Why, souls above us, your face is as if you'd been
hagrode!"
It occurred to the good-natured Marian that, as Tess
was so tired, her discovery of her visitor's presence
might have the bad effect of taking away her appetite;
and Marian was thinking of inducing Tess to descend by
a ladder on the further side of the stack when the
gentleman came forward and looked up.
Tess uttered a short little "Oh!" And a moment after
she said, quickly, "I shall eat my dinner here--right
on the rick."
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