The Squire's Daughter. Hocking Silas Kitto

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      "You might have something a great deal worse," the squire said angrily. "The high-and-mighty airs some of you people take on are simply outrageous."

      "We don't ask for any favours," David said meekly. "But we've a right to live as well as other people."

      "Nobody denies your right, that I know of."

      "But what am I to do now that my little farm is gone? All the savings of a lifetime, and all the toil of the last dozen years, fall into your pocket."

      "I grant that the luck has been against you in this matter. But we have no right to complain of the ways of Providence. The luck might just as easily have gone against me as against you."

      "I don't believe in mixing luck and Providence up in that way," David answered, with averted eyes. "But, as far as I can see, what you call luck couldn't possibly have gone against you."

      "Why not?"

      "Because you laid down the conditions, and however the thing turned out you would stand to win."

      "I don't see it."

      "You don't?" And David gave a loud sniff. "Why, if all the 'lives' had lived till they were eighty, I and mine would not have got our own back."

      "Stuff and nonsense!" the squire said angrily. "Besides, you agreed to the conditions."

      "I know it," David answered sadly. "You would grant me no better, and I was hopeful and ignorant, and looked at things through rose-coloured glasses."

      "I'm sure the farm has turned out very well," the squire replied, with a hurried glance round him.

      "It's just beginning to yield some little return," David said, looking off to the distant fields. "For years it's done little more than pay the ground rent. But this year it seems to have turned the corner. It ought to be a good little farm in the future." And David sighed.

      "Yes, it ought to be a good farm, and what is more, it is a good farm," the squire said fiercely. "Upon my soul, I believe I've let it too cheap!"

      "You've done what, sir?" David questioned, lifting his head suddenly.

      "I said I believed I had let it too cheap. It's worth more than I am going to get for it."

      "Do you mean to say you have let it?" David said, in a tone of incredulity.

      "Of course I have let it. I could have let it five times over, for there's no denying it's an exceedingly pretty and compact little farm."

      At this point Ralph came forward with white face and trembling lips.

      "Did I hear you tell father that you had let this farm?" he questioned, bringing the words out slowly and with an effort.

      "My business is with your father only," the squire said stiffly, and with a curl of the lip.

      "What concerns my father concerns me," Ralph answered quietly, "for my labour has gone into the farm as well as his."

      "That's nothing to the point," the squire answered stiffly. And he turned again to David, who stood with blanched face and downcast eyes.

      "I want to make it as easy and pleasant for you as possible," the squire went on. "So I have arranged that you can stay here till Michaelmas without paying any rent at all."

      David looked up with an expression of wonder in his eyes, but he did not reply.

      "Between now and Michaelmas you will be able to look round you," the squire continued, "and, in case you don't intend to take a farm anywhere else, you will be able to get your corn threshed and such things as you don't want to take with you turned into money. William Jenkins, I understand, is willing to take the root crops at a valuation, also the straw, which, by the terms of your lease, cannot be taken off the farm."

      "So William Jenkins is to come here, is he?" David questioned suddenly.

      "I have let the farm to him," the squire replied pompously, "and, as I have before intimated, he will take possession at Michaelmas."

      "It is an accursed and a cruel shame!" Ralph blurted out vehemently.

      The squire started and looked at him.

      "And why could you not have let the farm to me?" David questioned mildly, "or, at any rate, given me the refusal of it? You said just now that you were sorry for me. Is this the way you show your sorrow? Is this doing to others as you would be done by?"

      "I have surely the right to let my own farm to whomsoever I please," the squire said, in a tone of offended dignity.

      "This farm was not yours to start with," Ralph said, flinging himself in front of the squire. "Before you enclosed it, it was common land, and belonged to the people. You had no more right to it than the man in the moon. But because you were strong, and the poor people had no power to oppose you, you stole it from them."

      "What is that, young man?" Sir John said, stepping back and striking a defiant attitude.

      "I said you stole Polskiddy Downs from the people. It had been common land from time immemorial, and you know it." And Ralph stared him straight in the eyes without flinching. "You took away the rights of the people, shut them out from their own, let the land that did not belong to you, and pocketed the profits."

      "Young man, I'll make you suffer for this insult," Sir John stammered, white with passion.

      "And God will make you suffer for this insult and wrong to us," Ralph replied, with flashing eyes. "Do you think that robbing the poor, and cheating honest people out of their rights, will go unpunished?"

      Sir John raised his riding-crop suddenly, and struck at Ralph with all his might. Ralph caught the crop in his hand, and wrenched it from his grasp, then deliberately broke it across his knee and flung the pieces from him.

      For several moments the squire seemed too astonished either to speak or move. In all his life before he had never been so insulted. He glowered at Ralph, and looked him up and down, but he did not go near him. He was no match for this young giant in physical strength.

      David seemed almost as much astonished as the squire. He looked at his son, but he did not open his lips.

      The squire recovered his voice after a few moments.

      "If I had been disposed to deal generously with you – " he began.

      "You never were so disposed," Ralph interposed bitingly. "You did your worst before you came. We understand now why you kept away so long. I wonder you are not ashamed to show your face here now."

      "Cannot you put a muzzle on this wild beast?" the squire said, turning to David.

      "He has not spoken to you very respectfully," David replied slowly, "but there's no denying the truth of much that he has said."

      "Indeed! Then let me tell you I am glad you will have to clear out of the parish."

      "You would have been glad if I could have been cleared out of the parish before the last election," David said insinuatingly.

      "I have never interfered with your politics since you came."

      "You had no right to; but you've intimidated a great many others, as everybody in the division knows."

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