'It would tax my pride above a bit; if it were for mysel', I

could stand a deal o' clemming first; I'd sooner knock him down

than ask a favour from him. I'd a deal sooner be flogged mysel';

but yo're not a common wench, axing yo'r pardon, nor yet have yo'

common ways about yo'. I'll e'en make a wry face, and go at it

to-morrow. Dunna yo' think that he'll do it. That man has it in

him to be burnt at the stake afore he'll give in. I do it for

yo'r sake, Miss Hale, and it's first time in my life as e'er I

give way to a woman. Neither my wife nor Bess could e'er say that

much again me.' 'All the more do I thank you,' said Margaret, smiling. 'Though I

don't believe you: I believe you have just given way to wife and

daughter as much as most men.' 'And as to Mr. Thornton,' said Mr. Hale, 'I'll give you a note to

him, which, I think I may venture to say, will ensure you a

hearing.' 'I thank yo' kindly, sir, but I'd as lief stand on my own bottom.

I dunnot stomach the notion of having favour curried for me, by

one as doesn't know the ins and outs of the quarrel. Meddling

'twixt master and man is liker meddling 'twixt husband and wife

than aught else: it takes a deal o' wisdom for to do ony good.

I'll stand guard at the lodge door. I'll stand there fro' six in

the morning till I get speech on him. But I'd liefer sweep th'

streets, if paupers had na' got hold on that work. Dunna yo'

hope, miss. There'll be more chance o' getting milk out of a

flint. I wish yo' a very good night, and many thanks to yo'.' 'You'll find your shoe's by the kitchen fire; I took them there

to dry,' said Margaret.

He turned round and looked at her steadily, and then he brushed

his lean hand across his eyes and went his way.

'How proud that man is!' said her father, who was a little

annoyed at the manner in which Higgins had declined his

intercession with Mr. Thornton.

'He is,' said Margaret; 'but what grand makings of a man there

are in him, pride and all.' 'It's amusing to see how he evidently respects the part in Mr.

Thornton's character which is like his own.' 'There's granite in all these northern people, papa, is there

not?' 'There was none in poor Boucher, I am afraid; none in his wife

either.' 'I should guess from their tones that they had Irish blood in

them. I wonder what success he'll have to-morrow. If he and Mr.

Thornton would speak out together as man to man--if Higgins would

forget that Mr. Thornton was a master, and speak to him as he

does to us--and if Mr. Thornton would be patient enough to listen

to him with his human heart, not with his master's ears--' 'You are getting to do Mr. Thornton justice at last, Margaret,'

said her father, pinching her ear.




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024