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'He were so tender to mother; she were dearly fond on him; he niver

spared aught he could do for her, else I would niver ha' married

him.' 'He was a good and kind-hearted lad from the time he was fifteen.

And I never found him out in any falsehood, no more did my brother.' 'But it were all the same as a lie,' said Sylvia, swiftly changing

her ground, 'to leave me to think as Charley were dead, when he

knowed all t' time he were alive.' 'It was. It was a self-seeking lie; putting thee to pain to get his

own ends. And the end of it has been that he is driven forth like

Cain.' 'I niver told him to go, sir.' 'But thy words sent him forth, Sylvia.' 'I cannot unsay them, sir; and I believe as I should say them

again.' But she said this as one who rather hopes for a contradiction.

All Jeremiah replied, however, was, 'Poor wee child!' in a pitiful

tone, addressed to the baby.

Sylvia's eyes filled with tears.

'Oh, sir, I'll do anything as iver yo' can tell me for her. That's

what I came for t' ask yo'. I know I mun not stay theere, and Philip

gone away; and I dunnot know what to do: and I'll do aught, only I

must keep her wi' me. Whativer can I do, sir?' Jeremiah thought it over for a minute or two. Then he replied, 'I must have time to think. I must talk it over with brother John.' 'But you've given me yo'r word, sir!' exclaimed she.

'I have given thee my word never to tell any one of what has passed

between thee and thy husband, but I must take counsel with my

brother as to what is to be done with thee and thy child, now that

thy husband has left the shop.' This was said so gravely as almost to be a reproach, and he got up,

as a sign that the interview was ended.

He gave the baby back to its mother; but not without a solemn

blessing, so solemn that, to Sylvia's superstitious and excited

mind, it undid the terrors of what she had esteemed to be a curse.

'The Lord bless thee and keep thee! The Lord make His face to shine

upon thee!' All the way down the hill-side, Sylvia kept kissing the child, and

whispering to its unconscious ears,-'I'll love thee for both, my treasure, I will. I'll hap thee round

wi' my love, so as thou shall niver need a feyther's.'