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The Man with a Shadow
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“What – the doctor?”
“No. Don’t be so stupid. You know – Tom.”
“Ah, well, wait a bit. Dessay the things ’ll come right. Wait till doctor finds it out; he’ll half kill Tom Candlish, same as Parson Salis did when squire was after Miss Leo.”
“Did he? Oh, I know! It was when master’s knuckles was all cut.”
“That’s right, Dally. I was in the wood and see it all, but I never said a word till now. And don’t you. I thought it was all over between young Tom and pretty Miss up at the Rect’ry.”
“But it isn’t all over, gran’fa, and I won’t have it. They shan’t meet. I’ll tear her eyes out first. Nice one she is to lecture me!”
“You wait till doctor finds it out, if he’s courting Leo Salis. He’ll half kill Tom Candlish.”
“But I don’t want him half killed,” cried Dally. “Yes I do; it’ll bring him to his senses, and when he’s ill I can go and give him a bit of my mind.”
“Ah, to be sure; so you can, my pretty.”
“I’ll let him know. He shall marry me, that he shall.”
“Ay, so he shall, Dally.”
“And you’ll help me, gran’fa?”
“Of course I will, my pretty.”
“Then I’ll tell you what I came to say.”
“Wasn’t it for money, then?”
“Money? No. A girl with a face like mine don’t want money, and I shall have plenty when I’m up at the Hall.”
“Toe be sure, Dally. Toe be sure. Ay, but you are a clever gel!”
“Then, look here, gran’fa, you’ll help me to make doctor give Tom Candlish a big thrashing.”
“Ay, if I can. I should like it. He threatened me wi’ his whip t’other day ’cause I said the sheep mustn’t come in th’ churchyard. Parson May found fault, and Squire ca’d me an old mummy, and said he’d put in pigs if he liked. I’d like to see doctor mummying him, same as he does his brother – eh; help you, lass?”
“Yes; but it wasn’t the doctor, it was master made a mummy of Squire Tom. You’re mixing ’em up.”
“Ay, I s’pose I am, Dally; but I’m not very old yet.”
“Then you’ll help me, gran’fa?”
“Will it help you to get to be my lady at the Hall?” said the old man dubiously. “Of course, gran’fa, or I wouldn’t do it,” said the girl, who had wrenched herself round, kneeling at the old man’s feet, and resting her elbows on his knees, her little dimpled chin upon her hands.
“What do you want me to do, then?”
“I want you to help me serve them out.”
“Ay, and how?”
“I want doctor to find out that Leo Salis is a down bad one.”
“Ay, she is, my lass; and not good enough for him.”
“And I want the doctor to beat Tom Candlish and stop him from going after Leo Salis, and then he’d come altogether to me.”
“Ay, that’s right, Dally; that’s right. I want to see thee my leddy up at the Hall.”
“Then, look here: you take the doctor some night, and show him when Leo – ugh! how I hate the minx! – is along with my Tom.”
“Ay, but how, lass, how?”
“I’ll tell you, gran’fa,” whispered Dally vindictively. “Master ordered Squire Tom never to come to the Rectory again.”
“Ay.”
“So he gave me notes to take to Miss Leo.”
“And you was fool enough to take ’em?”
“Yes, gran’fa; but that’s how it began with me, and he soon told me he didn’t care for her, and that he only wrote to Leo so as to make her send me out with notes to him, so that we could court.”
“Oh! He’s a nice ’un,” growled Moredock. “He allus was. Well?”
“And now Tom’s fooling me and meets Leo, and they court, and I dare say they laugh at me,” cried Dally vindictively.
“I dessay; but you’ll make him marry you, Dally.”
“I will, gran’fa. Now listen: because Tom can’t come to the Rectory, and Leo can’t go to him because master watches her, they meet of a night.”
“Nay. Tchah!”
“They do, gran’fa.”
“What? Does he come to the Rect’ry o’ nights?”
“No. She waits till every one’s asleep, and then she goes to him.”
“Nay, do she, lass?” cried the old man. “Yes, gran’fa. She gets out of her bedroom window, and down on to the summer-house, and then goes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ve seen her out of my window, gran’fa, night after night: and then she runs down the green path to the meadows, and – ”
“Meets him there?”
“No,” said Dally, shaking her head.
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