'Ay. He sent for me by Nell Manning, th' old beggar-woman, who

sometimes goes in and makes his bed for him, poor wretch,--he's

lying in t' ruins of th' cow-house of th' Mariners' Arms, Sylvie.' 'Well!' said she, in the same hard, dry tone.

'And I went and fetched th' parish doctor, for I thought he'd ha'

died before my face,--he was so wan, and ashen-grey, so thin, too,

his eyes seem pushed out of his bony face.' 'That last time--feyther's eyes were starting, wild-like, and as if

he couldn't meet ours, or bear the sight on our weeping.' It was a bad look-out for Philip's purpose; but after a pause he

went bravely on.

'He's a poor dying creature, anyhow. T' doctor said so, and told him

he hadn't many hours, let alone days, to live.' 'And he'd shrink fra' dying wi' a' his sins on his head?' said

Sylvia, almost exultingly.

Philip shook his head. 'He said this world had been too strong for

him, and men too hard upon him; he could niver do any good here, and

he thought he should, maybe, find folks i' t' next place more

merciful.' 'He'll meet feyther theere,' said Sylvia, still hard and bitter.

'He's a poor ignorant creature, and doesn't seem to know rightly who

he's like to meet; only he seems glad to get away fra' Monkshaven

folks; he were really hurt, I am afeared, that night, Sylvie,--and

he speaks as if he'd had hard times of it ever since he were a

child,--and he talks as if he were really grieved for t' part t'

lawyers made him take at th' trial,--they made him speak, against

his will, he says.' 'Couldn't he ha' bitten his tongue out?' asked Sylvia. 'It's fine

talking o' sorrow when the thing is done!' 'Well, anyhow he's sorry now; and he's not long for to live. And,

Sylvie, he bid me ask thee, if, for the sake of all that is dear to

thee both here, and i' th' world to come, thou'd go wi' me, and just

say to him that thou forgives him his part that day.' 'He sent thee on that errand, did he? And thou could come and ask

me? I've a mind to break it off for iver wi' thee, Philip.' She kept

gasping, as if she could not say any more. Philip watched and waited

till her breath came, his own half choked.

'Thee and me was niver meant to go together. It's not in me to

forgive,--I sometimes think it's not in me to forget. I wonder,

Philip, if thy feyther had done a kind deed--and a right deed--and a

merciful deed--and some one as he'd been good to, even i' t' midst

of his just anger, had gone and let on about him to th' judge, as

was trying to hang him,--and had getten him hanged,--hanged dead, so

that his wife were a widow, and his child fatherless for

ivermore,--I wonder if thy veins would run milk and water, so that

thou could go and make friends, and speak soft wi' him as had caused

thy feyther's death?' 'It's said in t' Bible, Sylvie, that we're to forgive.' 'Ay, there's some things as I know I niver forgive; and there's

others as I can't--and I won't, either.' 'But, Sylvie, yo' pray to be forgiven your trespasses, as you

forgive them as trespass against you.' 'Well, if I'm to be taken at my word, I'll noane pray at all, that's

all. It's well enough for them as has but little to forgive to use

them words; and I don't reckon it's kind, or pretty behaved in yo',

Philip, to bring up Scripture again' me. Thou may go about thy

business.' 'Thou'rt vexed with me, Sylvie; and I'm not meaning but that it

would go hard with thee to forgive him; but I think it would be

right and Christian-like i' thee, and that thou'd find thy comfort

in thinking on it after. If thou'd only go, and see his wistful

eyes--I think they'd plead wi' thee more than his words, or mine

either.' 'I tell thee my flesh and blood wasn't made for forgiving and

forgetting. Once for all, thou must take my word. When I love I

love, and when I hate I hate; and him as has done hard to me, or to

mine, I may keep fra' striking or murdering, but I'll niver forgive.

I should be just a monster, fit to be shown at a fair, if I could

forgive him as got feyther hanged.' Philip was silent, thinking what more he could urge.




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