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'Mother,' said he, 'I was wrong. I'm fretted by many things. I

shouldn't ha' spoken so. It was ill-done of me.' 'Oh, my lad!' said she, looking up and putting her thin arm on his

shoulder as he stooped, 'Satan is desiring after yo' that he may

sift yo' as wheat. Bide at whoam, bide at whoam, and go not after

them as care nought for holy things. Why need yo' go to Haytersbank

this night?' Philip reddened. He could not and would not give it up, and yet it

was difficult to resist the pleading of the usually stern old woman.

'Nay,' said he, withdrawing himself ever so little from her hold;

'my aunt is but ailing, they're my own flesh and blood, and as good

folks as needs be, though they mayn't be o' our--o' your way o'

thinking in a' things.' 'Our ways--your ways o' thinking, says he, as if they were no longer

his'n. And as good folks as need be,' repeated she, with returning

severity. 'Them's Satan's words, tho' yo' spoke 'em, Philip. I can

do nought again Satan, but I can speak to them as can; an' we'll see

which pulls hardest, for it'll be better for thee to be riven and

rent i' twain than to go body and soul to hell.' 'But don't think, mother,' said Philip, his last words of

conciliation, for the clock had given warning for two, 'as I'm boun'

for hell, just because I go t' see my own folks, all I ha' left o'

kin.' And once more, after laying his hand with as much of a caress

as was in his nature on hers, he left the house.

Probably Alice would have considered the first words that greeted

Philip on his entrance into the shop as an answer to her prayer, for

they were such as put a stop to his plan of going to see Sylvia that

evening; and if Alice had formed her inchoate thoughts into words,

Sylvia would have appeared as the nearest earthly representative of

the spirit of temptation whom she dreaded for Philip.

As he took his place behind the counter, Coulson said to him in a

low voice,-'Jeremiah Foster has been round to bid us to sup wi' him to-night.

He says that he and John have a little matter o' business to talk

over with us.' A glance from his eyes to Philip told the latter that Coulson

believed the business spoken of had something to do with the

partnership, respecting which there had been a silent intelligence

for some time between the shopmen.

'And what did thou say?' asked Philip, doggedly unwilling, even yet,

to give up his purposed visit.