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'Say? why, a' she could say was to burst out crying, and after a

bit, she just repeated her feyther's words, and said anyhow he was

dead, for he'd niver live to go to sea wi' a press-gang. She knowed

him too well for that. Thou sees she thinks a deal on him for a

spirited chap, as can do what he will. I belie' me she first began

to think on him time o' t' fight aboard th' Good Fortune, when

Darley were killed, and he would seem tame-like to her if he

couldn't conquer press-gangs, and men-o'-war. She's sooner think on

him drowned, as she's ne'er to see him again.' 'It's best so,' said Philip, and then, to calm his unusually excited

aunt, he promised to avoid the subject of the press-gang as much as

possible.

But it was a promise very difficult of performance, for Daniel

Robson was, as his wife said, like one possessed. He could hardly

think of anything else, though he himself was occasionally weary of

the same constantly recurring idea, and would fain have banished it

from his mind. He was too old a man to be likely to be taken by

them; he had no son to become their victim; but the terror of them,

which he had braved and defied in his youth, seemed to come back and

take possession of him in his age; and with the terror came

impatient hatred. Since his wife's illness the previous winter he

had been a more sober man until now. He was never exactly drunk, for

he had a strong, well-seasoned head; but the craving to hear the

last news of the actions of the press-gang drew him into Monkshaven

nearly every day at this dead agricultural season of the year; and a

public-house is generally the focus from which gossip radiates; and

probably the amount of drink thus consumed weakened Robson's power

over his mind, and caused the concentration of thought on one

subject. This may be a physiological explanation of what afterwards

was spoken of as a supernatural kind of possession, leading him to

his doom.