What a world, to be sure! An'
that letter from Noy? I knaw you was fond of en likewise in your time. The
sadness of it! Just think o' that mariner comin' home 'pon top o' this
mishap."
Mary winced and answered coldly that the world was full of mishaps and of
sadness.
"The man must face sorrer same as what us all have got to, Mrs. Tregenza.
Some gets more, some gets less, as the sparks fly up'ard. Joe Noy's got
religion tu."
Mary spoke the last words with some bitterness, which she noted too late
and set against herself for a sin.
"Oh, my dear sawl," said Mrs. Tregenza, looking round nervously, as though
she feared the shadow of her husband might be listening. "Luke Gosp'ling's
a mighty uncomfortable business, though I lay Tregenza'd most kill me if he
heard the word. 'Tedn' stomachable to all, an' I doubts whether 'twill be a
chain strong enough to hold Joe Noy, when he comes back to find this coil.
'Tis a kicklish business an' I wish 'twas awver. Joe's a fiery feller when
he reckons he's wronged; an' there ban't no balm to this hurt in Gosp'ling,
take it as you will. I tell you, in your ear awnly, that Luke Gosp'lers
graw ferocious like along o' the wickedness o' the airth. Take Michael, as
walks wi' the Lard, same as Moses done; an' the more he do, the ferociouser
he do get. Religion! He stinks o' religion worse than ever Newlyn stinks o'
feesh; he goes in fear o' God to his marrow; an' yet 'tis uncomfortable,
now an' then, to live wi' such a righteous member.
Pages:
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317
318
319
320
321
322
323
324
325
326
327
328
329
330