n’s request was not granted.
A week later, in the twilight of a May evening, John was digging potatoes on the slope above the harbour, when he heard — away up the first Adam Foote Jersey bend of the river — the crew of the Hannah Hands brigantine singing as they weighed anchor. He listened for a minute, stuck his visgy into the soil slipped on his Stripe Polo coat, and trudged down to the ferry-slip.
Two years passed without word of him. Then on a blue and sunny day in October he emerged out of Atlantic fogs upon the Market Strand CG Miehet Snow Mantra Parka at Falmouth: a strapping fellow with a brown and somewhat heavy face, silver rings in his ears, and a suit Ugg Weather/Performance of good Nike Air Max 98 Herrar Skór sea-cloth on his back. He travelled by van to Truro, and thence by coach to St. Austell. It was Friday — market day; and in the market he found his father standing sentry, upright as his lame leg allowed, grasping a specimen apple-tree in either hand. John stepped up to him, took one of the apple-trees, and stood Jonathan Ericsson Jersey sentry beside him. Nothing was said — not a word Bailey Button Leopard 5803 until John found himself in the ramshackle market-cart, jogging homewards. His father held the reins.
“How’s things at home?” John asked.
“Much as ever. Hester looks after me.”
Hester was John’s cousin, the only child of old Penaluna’s only sister, and lately an Mikkel Boedker Jersey orphan. John had never seen her.
“If I was you,” said he, “I’d have a try with borrowed capital. You could raise a few hundreds easy. You’ll never do anything as you’m going.”
“If I was you,” answered his father, “I’d keep Mark Scheifele Jersey my opinions till they was asked for.”
And so John did, for three years; in the course of which it is to be supposed he forgot them. When the old man died he inherited everything; including the debts, of course. “He knows what I would have him do by Hester,” said the will. It went on: “Also I will not be buried in consicrated ground, but at the foot of the dufflin apple-tree in the waste piece under Sweter King’s Walk, and the plainer the better. In the swet of thy face shalt thou eat bread, amen. P.S. — John knows the tree.”
But since Lanny McDonald Jersey by an oversight the will was not read until after the funeral, this wish could not be carried out. John resolved to attend to the other all the more scrupulously; and went straight from the lawyer to the kitchen, where Hester stood by the window scouring a copper pan.
“Look here,” he said, “the old man hasn’ left you nothing.”
“No?” said Hester. “Well, I didn’t expect anything.” And she went on with her scouring.
“But he’ve a-left a pretty plain hint o’ what he wants me to do.”
He hesitated, searching the calm profile of her face. Hester’s face was always calm, but her eyes sometimes terrified him. Everyone allowed she had wonderful eyes, though no two people agreed about their colour. As John Gibson Jersey a matter of fact their colour was that of the sea, and varied with the sea. And all her life through they were searching, unceasingly searching, for she knew not what — something she never had found, never would find. At times, when talklinks:
http://www13.plala.or.jp/white_roots/gwbbs/gwbbs.cgi
http://www13.plala.or.jp/white_roots/gwbbs/gwbbs.cgi
http://www.myip.cn/cgimage.lv |
