A Singer from the Sea. Amelia E. Barr
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Название: A Singer from the Sea

Автор: Amelia E. Barr

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СКАЧАТЬ nets and watching the spring bleaching. It was the duty of Denas to take the house linen to some level grassy spot on the cliff-breast and water and watch it whiten in the sunshine. Monday she had gone to this duty with a vague hope that Roland would seek her out. She watched all day for him. She knew that she was looking pretty, and she felt that her employment was picturesque.

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      As she stood over the breadths of damask, with the water-can making mimic rain upon them, she was well aware that all her surroundings added charm to her charm. The soft winds blowing her hair and her pink skirt; the green leaves whispering above and around her; the rippling of the brook running down the hillside––all these things belonged as much to her as the frame belongs to the picture. Why did not Roland come to see her thus? Was he afraid for the words he had said to her? Were they not true words? Did he intend, by ignoring them, to teach her that he had only been playing with her vanity and her credulity?

      Tuesday was too wet and blowy to spread the linen, and Denas felt the morning insufferably long and tedious. Her father, who had been on the sea all night, dozed in his big chair on the hearthstone. Joan was silent, and went about her duties in a tiptoeing way that was very fretful to the impatience of Denas. Denas herself was knitting a guernsey, and as she sat counting the stitches Tristram Penrose came to the door and, after a moment’s pause, spoke to her. He was a fine young fellow with an open-air look on his brown face and an open-love look in his brown eyes.

      “My dear Denas,” he said, “is your father in?”

      “Tris, who gave you license to call me dear? and my father is asleep by the fireside.”

      “Aw, then, the One who gave me license to live gave me the license to love; and dear you be and dear you always will be to Tris Penrose. The word may be shut in my heart or I may say it in 46 your ear, Denas; ’tis all the same; dear you be and dear you always will be.”

      She shrugged her shoulders petulantly, and yet could not resist the merry up-glance which she knew went straight to the big fellow’s heart. Then she began to fold up her knitting. While Tris was talking to her father, she would ask for permission to go and see Elizabeth. While Tris was present, she did not think he would refuse her request, for if he did so she could ask him for reasons and he would not like to give them.

      Denas had all the natural diplomacy of a clever woman, and she knew the power of a fond word and a sunny smile. “Father”––is there any fonder word?––“Father, I want to go and see Miss Tresham. She told me a very important secret on Saturday, and I know she was expecting me yesterday to talk it over with her;” then she went close to his side and put her hand on his shoulder and snuggled her cheek in his big beard, and called poor Tris’ soul into his face for the very joy of watching her.

      John was not insensible to her charming. He hesitated, and Denas felt the hesitation and met it with a bribe: “You could come up the cliff to meet me before you go to the boats––couldn’t you, father?”

      “Nay, my dear, I’ll not need to look for you on the cliff, for you will stay at home, Denas; it rains––it blows.”

      “Miss Tresham was expecting me all through yesterday, but it was so fine I took the linen to bleach. She will be so disappointed if I do not come to-day. We have a secret, father––a very particular secret.”

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      It was hard to resist the pretty, pleading, coaxing girl, but John had a strength of will which Denas had never before put to the test.

      “My dear girl,” he answered, “if Miss Tresham be longing to talk her secrets to you, she can come to you. There be nothing in the world to hinder her. Here be a free welcome to her.”

      “I promised, father.”

      “ ’Tis a pity you did.”

      “I must go, father.”

      “You must stay at home. ’Twould be like putting my girl through the fire to Baal to send her into the company there be now at Mr. Tresham’s.”

      “I care nothing for the company. I want to see Miss Tresham.”

      “Now, then, I am in earnest, Denas. You shall not go. Take your knitting and sit down to your own work.”

      She lifted her knitting, but she did not lift a stitch. Where there is no positive compulsion the hand is only handmaid to the heart, and it does the work only which the heart wishes. At this hour Denas hated her knitting, and there being no necessity on her to perform it, her hands lay idle upon her lap. After a few minutes’ conversation John went out with Tris Penrose, and then Denas began to cry with anger and disappointment.

      “My father has insulted me before Tris Penrose,” she said, “and I will never speak to Tris again. Many a time and oft he has let me go to St. Penfer when it was raining and blowing. He is very cross, cruel cross! Mother, you give me leave––do! I 48 will tell you a secret. Elizabeth is going to be married, and she wants me to help in getting her things ready. Mother, let me go; it is cruel hard to refuse me!”

      The news of an approaching marriage can never be heard by any woman with indifference. Joan stayed her needle and looked at Denas with an eager curiosity.

      “ ’Tis to the rector, I’ll warrant, Denas,” she said.

      “No, it is not; but the rector is fine and angry, I can tell you. It was too much for him to speak to Miss Tresham on Saturday afternoon at the church. But won’t he be sorry for his disknowledging her when he knows who is to be the bridegroom? He will, and no mistake.”

      “I don’t understand you, Denas. Who is going to marry Miss Tresham? Say the man’s name, and be done with it.”

      “ ’Tis a great secret, mother; but if you will let me go to St. Penfer I will tell you.”

      “Aw, my dear, I can live without Miss Tresham’s secrets. And I do know she can’t be having one I would go against your father to hear tell of, not I.”

      “Father is unjust and unkind. What have I done, mother?”

      “Your father is afraid of that young jackanapes, Roland Tresham, and good reason, too, if all be true that is said to be true.”

      “Mr. Roland is a gentleman.”

      “Gentleman and gentleman––there be many kinds, and no kind at all for you. You be a fisher’s 49 daughter, and you must choose a husband of your own sort––none better, thank God! The robin would go to the eagle’s nest, and a poor sad time it had there. Gentlemen marry gentlemen’s daughters, Denas, and if they don’t, all sides do be sorry enough.”

      “Am I to go no more to Miss Tresham’s?”

      “Not until the young man is back in London.”

      “Then I wish he would hurry all and be off.”

      “So do I, my dear. I would be glad to hear that he was far away from St. Penfer.”

      Joan rose with these words and went out of the room, and Denas knew that for this day also there was no hope of seeing Roland. Her heart was hot with anger, and she began to lay some of the blame upon her lover. He was a man. He could have braved the storm. And there was no open quarrel between her father and СКАЧАТЬ