A Country Girl. Nancy Carson

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      ‘Did you tell Harriet about me?’

      ‘She knows I’m stepping out with you,’ he replied ambiguously.

      Marigold smiled with satisfaction while Algie remained quiet for a few seconds, looking out onto the distant headgear of the pits that lay towards Gornal.

      ‘I think our Kate’s a trollop,’ he remarked. ‘Don’t you think so, Marigold?’

      ‘Depends.’ She teased some stray strands of dark hair from over her eye. ‘With him, yes, ’cause he’s horrible.’

      ‘Would you do such a thing?’

      ‘Lord, no,’ she protested. ‘Not with him at any rate.’

      ‘And not without being married either, I expect, eh?’ he suggested experimentally, trying to glean whether she felt the same as Harriet about such things.

      ‘Some o’ the couples that live on the narrowboats ain’t proper wed,’ Marigold said guilelessly. ‘But they share a bed all the same, and I know zackly what goes on between ’em when they’m abed, ’cause I often used to hear me mom and dad at it when we was all abed in the Sultan. They’m proper wed at least, though, me mom and dad,’ she added, to set the matter straight. ‘But the way I see it, you don’t have to be proper wed to do such things. It ain’t as if marriage is some sort of key what opens a lock to that sort of thing.’

      ‘You don’t go to church, I suppose, Marigold?’ he asked, somewhat astonished by the candidness of her response and yet encouraged by it. ‘I mean, it’s obvious you don’t follow the Church’s teaching.’

      ‘Me? Go to church?’ She laughed at the notion. ‘When do I get the chance? The only time I ever went to church was when I was christened, me mom said. What would I know about what the Church learns you? Anyroad, what do I care?’ She paused, pondering Algie’s question before she spoke again. ‘Am you religious, then, Algie?’

      ‘Me?’ he guffawed with exaggerated scorn. ‘I ain’t religious.’

      ‘But you’ve been going to church regular with that Harriet.’

      ‘And never listened to much of it.’

      ‘Too busy whispering sweet nothings into her ear, eh?’ she fished.

      ‘No. I preferred the singing, to tell you the truth … Are you sure you don’t fancy kissing me, Marigold, with my bad lip?’

      Their spooning was seriously impaired by Algie’s poorly lip, but that did not prevent him from endeavouring to see how far Marigold would let him go. Yet he began to feel guilty that perhaps it was too soon in their courtship to expect her to be submissive. She rebuffed his advances repeatedly, but without rebuke, which only served to enhance his esteem of her nature.

      ‘No, Algie,’ she replied firmly, after he’d attempted several times to fondle her breasts. ‘I ain’t a girl like that, to give in to a chap when I ain’t known him that long.’

      ‘But you’ve known me years.’

      ‘Not like that, I ain’t.’

      ‘So how much longer d’you need to know me?’

      ‘Dunno.’

      ‘A week?… Two?… A month?’

      ‘I don’t know, Algie …’

      ‘Don’t you like me enough?’

      ‘Yes, I do … That’s the trouble.’

      He was heartened by her candid admission. ‘But I want you, Marigold.’

      ‘What if I let you go all the way and you put me in the family way—?’

      ‘I wouldn’t.’

      ‘You can’t say that.’

      ‘I just did. And I’ll say it again. I wouldn’t put you in the family way.’

      ‘I was about to say, what if you put me in the family way and then scarpered?’ She looked into his eyes, her sincerity and emotion shining through like beacons. ‘I ain’t sure of you yet, Algie. You might still go back to Harriet, for all I know.’

      ‘Never.’

      ‘My dad says you should never say “never”.’

      ‘But I mean it.’

      ‘Well … maybe when I’m sure of you …’

      ‘You can be sure of me now, Marigold.’

      ‘Not yet I can’t.’

      Algie and Marigold did not see each other after that night for several weeks. The Bingham’s haulage work took them serially up and down the Shropshire Union Canal between Cheshire and Wolverhampton and Algie did not know where he would be able to find her. He could have ridden fruitlessly for miles. He would have written her a letter, but even if Marigold could have read it, he would have no idea to where he should address it. So they had parted tenderly with the promise that she would leave a message with his mother again when they next returned to Buckpool.

      Algie’s thoughts were usually with Marigold while she was away. He was well and truly taken, and she a mere boatman’s daughter. Hardly a minute would pass when he did not think longingly about her, aching for the time when she would be in his arms again.

      Meanwhile, he kept himself occupied at night. Sometimes he would meet the chum whom he worked with, Harry Whitehouse, and they would tour the local public houses and assembly rooms. With a bravado that was entirely assumed they would laddishly ogle and talk to any likely females they encountered, but none measured up to Marigold. Other times, he would stay at home designing bicycles, dreaming vainly of the day when he could start his own business manufacturing them. Of course, it was a pipe dream. He did not have the finances, and he knew nothing about the ins and outs of embarking on such a venture. It was the sort of undertaking that should sensibly be shared with a solvent partner who was prepared to stump up some cash and take the attendant financial risk, but finding somebody like that was another matter. So there was little hope of ever accomplishing it.

      One evening, for want of something better to do, he even forced himself to write to Harriet:

       Dear Harriet,

       I thought it was about time I wrote to you to say what I called round your house to say when your father wouldn’t let me see you. I hope that by now the dust has settled and that you don’t think too badly of me, and that you are keeping well, your sisters included.

       The truth is, Harriet, my heart had not been in our courtship for some time, and I believe you sensed it. Priss seemed to, at any rate. It would have been unfair of me to keep you tagging along believing that at some time there would be something СКАЧАТЬ