lad——forheshoutedtoyonboatmantobidhimtellmehewaswell。'TellPeggyChristison，'sayshe（mynameisMargaretChristison）——'tellPeggyChristisonashersonHezekiahiscomebacksafeandsound。'TheLord'snamebepraised！An'meawidowasneverthoughttoseemyladagain！'Itseemedasifeverybodyreliedoneveryoneelse'ssympathyinthathourofgreatjoy。'Iaxpardon，butifyou'dgiemejustabitofelbow—roomforaminutelike，I'dholdmybabbyup，sothathemightseedaddy'sship，andhappen，mymastermightseehim。He'sfourmonthsoldlastTuesdayse'nnight，andhisfeyther'sneverclapteyneonhimyet，andhewi'atooththrough，ananotherjustbreaking，blesshim！'OneortwoofthebetterendoftheMonkshaveninhabitantsstoodalittlebeforeMollyandSylvia;andastheymovedincompliancewiththeyoungmother'srequest，theyoverheardsomeoftheinformationtheseship—ownershadreceivedfromtheboatman。'Haynessaysthey'llsendthemanifestofthecargoashoreintwentyminutesassoonasFishburnhaslookedoverthecasks。Onlyeightwhales，accordingtowhathesays。''Noonecantell，'saidtheother，'tillthemanifestcomestohand。''I'mafraidhe'sright。ButhebringsagoodreportoftheGoodFortune。
　　She'soffStAbb'sHead，withsomethinglikefifteenwhalestohershare。''Weshallseehowmuchistrue，whenshecomesin。''That'llbebytheafternoon—tideto—morrow。''That'smycousin'sship，'saidMollytoSylvia。'He'sspeck—sioneeronboardtheGoodFortune。'Anoldmantouchedherasshespoke——'Ihumblymakemymanners，missus，butI'mstoneblind;mylad'saboardyonvesseloutsidet'bar;andmyoldwomanisbed—fast。Willshebelong，thinkye，inmakingt'harbour？Because，ifsobeasshewere，I'djustmakemywayback，andspeakawordortwotomymissus，who'llbeboilingo'erintosomemako'mischiefnowsheknowshe'ssonear。MayIbesoboldastoaxift'CrookedNegroiscoveredyet？'Mollystoodontip—toetotryandseetheblackstonethusnamed;butSylvia，stoopingandpeepingthroughtheglimpsesaffordedbetweenthearmsofthemovingpeople，sawitfirst，andtoldtheblindoldmanitwasstillabovewater。'Awatchedpot，'saidhe，'ne'erboils，Ireckon。It'sta'enavasto'
　　wattert'coverthatstoneto—day。Anyhow，I'llhavetimetogohomeandratemymissusforworritin'hersen，asI'llbeboundshe'sdone，forallasIbadehernot，buttokeepeasyandcontent。''We'dbetterbeofftoo，'saidMolly，asanopeningwasmadethroughthepresstoletoutthegropingoldman。'Eggsandbutterisyettosell，andtha'cloaktobebought。''Well，Isupposewehad！'saidSylvia，ratherregretfully;for，thoughallthewayintoMonkshavenherheadhadbeenfullofthepurchaseofthiscloak，yetshewasofthatimpressiblenaturethattakesthetoneoffeelingfromthosesurrounding;andthoughsheknewnooneonboardtheResolution，shewasjustasanxiousforthemomenttoseehercomeintoharbourasanyoneinthecrowdwhohadadearrelationonboard。SosheturnedreluctantlytofollowthemoreprudentMollyalongthequaybacktotheButterCross。Itwasaprettyscene，thoughitwastoofamiliartotheeyesofallwhothensawitforthemtonoticeitsbeauty。Thesunwaslowenoughinthewesttoturnthemistthatfilledthedistantvalleyoftheriverintogoldenhaze。Above，oneitherbankoftheDee，therelaythemoorlandheightsswellingonebehindtheother;thenearer，russetbrownwiththetintsofthefadingbracken;themoredistant，grayanddimagainsttherichautumnalsky。Theredandflutedtilesofthegabledhousesroseincrowdedirregularityononesideoftheriver，whilethenewersuburbwasbuiltinmoreorderlyandlesspicturesquefashionontheoppositecliff。Theriveritselfwasswellingandchafingwiththeincomingtidetillitsvexedwatersrushedovertheveryfeetofthewatchingcrowdonthestaithes，asthegreatseawavesencroachedmoreandmoreeveryminute。Thequay—sidewasunsavourilyornamentedwithglitteringfish—scales，forthehaulsoffishwerecleansedintheopenair，andnosanitaryarrangementsexistedforsweepingawayanyoftherelicsofthisoperation。Thefreshsaltbreezewasbringingupthelashing，leapingtidefromtheblueseabeyondthebar。Behindthereturninggirlsthererockedthewhite—sailedship，asifshewereallalivewitheagernessforheranchorstobeheaved。Howimpatienthercrewofbeatingheartswereforthatmoment，howthoseonlandsickenedatthesuspense，maybeimagined，whenyourememberthatforsixlongsummermonthsthosesailorshadbeenasifdeadfromallnewsofthosetheyloved;shutupinterrible，drearyArcticseasfromthehungrysightofsweetheartsandfriends，wivesandmothers。Nooneknewwhatmighthavehappened。Thecrowdonshoregrewsilentandsolemnbeforethedreadofthepossiblenewsofdeaththatmighttollinupontheirheartswiththisuprushingtide。ThewhalerswentoutintotheGreenlandseasfullofstrong，hopefulmen;butthewhalersneverreturnedastheysailedforth。
　　Onlandtherearedeathsamongtwoorthreehundredmentobemournedoverineveryhalf—year'sspaceoftime。Whoseboneshadbeenlefttoblackenonthegrayandterribleicebergs？Wholaystilluntiltheseashouldgiveupitsdead？whowerethosewhoshouldcomebacktoMonkshavennever，no，nevermore？Manyaheartswelledwithpassionate，unspokenfear，asthefirstwhalerlayoffthebaronherreturnvoyage。MollyandSylviahadleftthecrowdinthishushedsuspense。Butfiftyyardsalongthestaithetheypassedfiveorsixgirlswithflushedfacesandcarelessattire，whohadmountedapileoftimber，placedtheretoseasonforship—building，fromwhichasfromthestepsofaladderorstaircase，theycouldcommandtheharbour。Theywerewildandfreeintheirgestures，andheldeachotherbythehand，andswayedfromsidetoside，stampingtheirfeetintime，astheysang——Weelmaythekeelrow，thekeelrow，thekeelrow，Weelmaythekeelrowthatmyladdie'sin！'Whatforareyegoingoff，now？'theycalledouttoourtwogirls。'She'llbeinintenminutes！'andwithoutwaitingfortheanswerwhichnevercame，theyresumedtheirsong。Oldsailorsstoodaboutinlittlegroups，tooproudtoshowtheirinterestintheadventurestheycouldnolongershare，butquiteunabletokeepupanysemblanceoftalkonindifferentsubjects。ThetownseemedveryquietanddesertedasMollyandSylviaenteredthedark，irregularBridgeStreet，andthemarket—placewasasemptyofpeopleasbefore。Buttheskepsandbasketsandthree—leggedstoolswereallclearedaway。'Market'soverforto—day，'saidMollyCorney，indisappointedsurprise。
　　'Wemunmakethebeston't，andselltot'huxters，andahardbargainthey'llbefordriving。Idoubtmother'llbevexed。'SheandSylviawenttothecornershoptoreclaimtheirbaskets。Themanhadhisjokeatthemfortheirdelay。'Ay，ay！lassesashassweetheartsa—cominghomedon'tcaremuchwhatpricetheygetforbutterandeggs！Idaresay，now，there'ssomeuninyonshipthat'udgiveasmuchasashillingapoundforthisbutterifheonlyknowedwhochurnedit！'ThiswastoSylvia，ashehandedherbackherproperty。Thefancy—freeSylviareddened，pouted，tossedbackherhead，andhardlydeignedafarewellwordofthanksorcivilitytothelameman;shewasatanagetobeaffrontedbyanyjokesonsuchasubject。Mollytookthejokewithoutdisclaimerandwithoutoffence。Sheratherlikedtheunfoundedideaofherhavingasweetheart，andwasrathersurprisedtothinkhowdevoidoffoundationthenotionwas。IfshecouldhaveanewcloakasSylviawasgoingtohave，then，indeed，theremightbeachance！Untilsomesuchgoodluck，itwasaswelltolaughandblushasifthesurmiseofherhavingaloverwasnotveryfarfromthetruth，andsosherepliedinsomethingofthesamestrainasthelamenet—makertohisjokeaboutthebutter。'He'llneeditall，andmoretoo，togreasehistongue，ifiverhereckonstowinmeforhiswife！'Whentheywereoutoftheshop，Sylviasaid，inacoaxingtone，——'Molly，whoisit？Whosetongue'llneedgreasing？Justtellme，andI'llnevertell！'ShewassomuchinearnestthatMollywasperplexed。Shedidnotquitelikesayingthatshehadalludedtonooneinparticular，onlytoapossiblesweetheart，soshebegantothinkwhatyoungmanhadmadethemostcivilspeechestoherinherlife;thelistwasnotalongonetogoover，forherfatherwasnotsowelloffastomakehersoughtafterforhermoney，andherfacewasratherofthehomeliest。Butshesuddenlyrememberedhercousin，thespecksioneer，whohadgivenhertwolargeshells，andtakenakissfromherhalf—willinglipsbeforehewenttoseathelasttime。
　　Soshesmiledalittle，andthensaid，——'Well！Idunno。It'silltalkingo'thesethingsaforeonehasmadeupone'smind。AndperhapsifCharleyKinraidbehaveshissen，Imightbebroughttolisten。''CharleyKinraid！who'she？''Yonspecksioneercousino'mine，asIwastalkingon。''Anddoyo'thinkhecaresforyo'？'askedSylvia，inalow，tendertone，asiftouchingonagreatmystery。Mollyonlysaid，'Bequietwi'yo'，'andSylviacouldnotmakeoutwhethershecuttheconversationsoshortbecauseshewasoffended，orbecausetheyhadcometotheshopwheretheyhadtoselltheirbutterandeggs。'Now，Sylvia，ifthou'llleavemethybasket，I'llmakeasgoodabargainasiverIcanon'em;andthoucanbeofftochoosethisgrandnewcloakasistobe，aforeitgetsanydarker。Whereistagoingto？''MothersaidI'dbettergotoFoster's，'answeredSylvia，withashadeofannoyanceinherface。'Feythersaidjustanywhere。''Foster'sist'bestplace;thoucansttryanywhereafterwards。I'llbeatFoster'sinfiveminutes，forIreckonwemunhastenabitnow。It'llbenearfiveo'clock。'SylviahungherheadandlookedverydemureasshewalkedoffbyherselftoFoster'sshopinthemarket—place。
　　chapter03CHAPTERIIIBUYINGANEWCLOAKFoster'sshopwastheshopofMonkshaven。ItwaskeptbytwoQuakerbrothers，whowerenowoldmen;andtheirfatherhadkeptitbeforethem;probablyhisfatherbeforethat。Peopleremembereditasanold—fashioneddwelling—house，withasortofsupplementaryshopwithunglazedwindowsprojectingfromthelowerstory。Theseopeningshadlongbeenfilledwithpanesofglassthatatthepresentdaywouldbeaccountedverysmall，butwhichseventyyearsagoweremuchadmiredfortheirsize。Icanbestmakeyouunderstandtheappearanceoftheplacebybiddingyouthinkofthelongopeningsinabutcher'sshop，andthentofillthemupinyourimaginationwithpanesabouteightinchesbysix，inaheavywoodenframe。Therewasoneofthesewindowsoneachsidethedoor—place，whichwaskeptpartiallyclosedthroughthedaybyalowgateaboutayardhigh。Halftheshopwasappropriatedtogrocery;theotherhalftodrapery，andalittlemercery。Thegoodoldbrothersgavealltheirknowncustomersakindlywelcome;shakinghandswithmanyofthem，andaskingallaftertheirfamiliesanddomesticcircumstancesbeforeproceedingtobusiness。TheywouldnotfortheworldhavehadanysignoffestivityatChristmas，andscrupulouslykepttheirshopopenatthatholyfestival，readythemselvestoservesoonerthantaxtheconsciencesofanyoftheirassistants，onlynobodyevercame。ButonNewYear'sDaytheyhadagreatcake，andwine，readyintheparlourbehindtheshop，ofwhichallwhocameintobuyanythingwereaskedtopartake。Yet，thoughscrupulousinmostthings，itdidnotgoagainsttheconsciencesofthesegoodbrotherstopurchasesmuggledarticles。Therewasabackwayfromtheriverside，upacoveredentry，totheyard—dooroftheFosters，andapeculiarkindofknockatthisdooralwaysbroughtouteitherJohnorJeremiah，orifnotthem，theirshopman，PhilipHepburn;andthesamecakeandwinethattheexciseofficer'swifemightjusthavebeentasting，wasbroughtoutinthebackparlourtotreatthesmuggler。Therewasalittlelockingofdoors，anddrawingofthegreensilkcurtainthatwassupposedtoshutouttheshop，butreallyallthiswasdoneverymuchforform'ssake。EverybodyinMonkshavensmuggledwhocould，andeveryoneworesmuggledgoodswhocould，andgreatreliancewasplacedontheexciseofficer'sneighbourlyfeelings。ThestorywentthatJohnandJeremiahFosterweresorichthattheycouldbuyupallthenewtownacrossthebridge。Theyhadcertainlybeguntohaveakindofprimitivebankinconnectionwiththeirshop，receivingandtakingcareofsuchmoneyaspeopledidnotwishtoretainintheirhousesforfearofburglars。Nooneaskedthemforinterestonthemoneythusdeposited，nordidtheygiveany;but，ontheotherhand，ifanyoftheircustomers，onwhosecharactertheycoulddepend，wantedalittleadvance，theFosters，afterdueinquiriesmade，andinsomecasesduesecuritygiven，werenotunwillingtolendamoderatesumwithoutchargingapennyfortheuseoftheirmoney。Allthearticlestheysoldwereasgoodastheyknewhowtochoose，andforthemtheyexpectedandobtainedreadymoney。Itwassaidthattheyonlykeptontheshopfortheiramusement。
　　Othersaverredthattherewassomeplanofamarriagerunninginthebrothers'
　　heads——amarriagebetweenWilliamCoulson，MrJeremiah'swife'snephew（MrJeremiahwasawidower），andHesterRose，whosemotherwassomekindofdistantrelation，andwhoservedintheshopalongwithWilliamCoulsonandPhilipHepburn。Again，thiswasdeniedbythosewhoaverredthatCoulsonwasnobloodrelation，andthatiftheFostershadintendedtodoanythingconsiderableforHester，theywouldneverhaveallowedherandhermothertoliveinsuchasparingway，ekeingouttheirsmall'incomebyhavingCoulsonandHepburnforlodgers。No;JohnandJeremiahwouldleavealltheirmoneytosomehospitalortosomecharitableinstitution。But，ofcourse，therewasareplytothis;whenaretherenotmanysidestoanargumentaboutapossibilityconcerningwhichnofactsareknown？Partofthereplyturnedonthistheoldgentlemenhad，probably，somedeepplanintheirheadsinpermittingtheircousintotakeCoulsonandHepburnaslodgers，theoneakindofnephew，theother，thoughsoyoung，theheadmanintheshop;ifeitherofthemtookafancytoHester，howagreeablymatterscouldbearranged！AllthistimeHesterispatientlywaitingtoserveSylvia，whoisstandingbeforeheralittleshy，alittleperplexedanddistracted，bythesightofsomanyprettythings。Hesterwasatallyoungwoman，sparelyyetlargelyformed，ofagraveaspect，whichmadeherlookolderthanshereallywas。Herthickbrownhairwassmoothlytakenoffherbroadforehead，andputinaveryorderlyfashion，underherlinencap;herfacewasalittlesquare，andhercomplexionsallow，thoughthetextureofherskinwasfine。Hergrayeyeswereverypleasant，becausetheylookedatyousohonestlyandkindly;hermouthwasslightlycompressed，asmosthaveitwhoareinthehabitofrestrainingtheirfeelings;
　　butwhenshespokeyoudidnotperceivethis，andherraresmileslowlybreakingforthshowedherwhiteeventeeth，andwhenaccompanied，asitgenerallywas，byasuddenupliftingofhersofteyes，itmadehercountenanceverywinning。Shewasdressedinstuffofsobercolours，bothinaccordancewithherowntaste，andinunaskedcompliancewiththereligiouscustomsoftheFosters;butHesterherselfwasnotaFriend。Sylvia，standingopposite，notlookingatHester，butgazingattheribbonsintheshopwindow，asifhardlyconsciousthatanyoneawaitedtheexpressionofherwishes，wasagreatcontrast;readytosmileortopout，ortoshowherfeelingsinanyway，withacharacterasundevelopedasachild's，affectionate，wilful，naughty，tiresome，charming，anything，infact，atpresentthatthechancesofanhourcalledout。Hesterthoughthercustomertheprettiestcreatureeverseen，inthemomentshehadforadmirationbeforeSylviaturnedroundand，recalledtoherself，began，——'Oh，Ibegyourpardon，miss;Iwasthinkingwhatmaythepriceofyoncrimsonribbonbe？'Hestersaidnothing，butwenttoexaminetheshop—mark。'Oh！IdidnotmeanthatIwantedany，Ionlywantsomestuffforacloak。
　　Thankyou，miss，butIamverysorrysomeduffle，please。'Hestersilentlyreplacedtheribbonandwentinsearchoftheduffle。WhileshewasgoneSylviawasaddressedbytheverypersonshemostwishedtoavoid，andwhoseabsenceshehadrejoicedoveronfirstenteringtheshop，hercousinPhilipHepburn。Hewasaserious—lookingyoungman，tall，butwithaslightstoopinhisshoulders，broughtonbyhisoccupation。Hehadthickhairstandingofffromhisforeheadinapeculiarbutnotunpleasingmanner;alongface，withaslightlyaquilinenose，darkeyes，andalongupperlip，whichgaveadisagreeableaspecttoafacethatmightotherwisehavebeengood—looking。'Goodday，Sylvie，'hesaid;'whatareyouwanting？Howareallathome？
　　Letmehelpyou！'Sylviapursedupherredlips，anddidnotlookathimasshereplied，'I'mverywell，andsoismother;feyther'sgotatouchofrheumatiz，andthere'sayoungwomangettingwhatIwant。'Sheturnedalittleawayfromhimwhenshehadendedthissentenceasifithadcomprisedallshecouldpossiblyhavetosaytohim。Butheexclaimed，'Youwon'tknowhowtochoose，'and，seatinghimselfonthecounter，heswunghimselfoverafterthefashionofshop—men。Sylviatooknonoticeofhim，butpretendedtobecountingoverhermoney。'Whatdoyouwant，Sylvie？'askedhe，atlastannoyedathersilence。'Idon'tliketobecalled"Sylvie;"mynameisSylvia;andI'mwantingduffleforacloak，ifyoumustknow。'Hesternowreturned，withashop—boyhelpinghertodragalongthegreatrollsofscarletandgraycloth。'Notthat，'saidPhilip，kickingthereddufflewithhisfoot，andspeakingtothelad。'It'sthegrayyouwant，isitnot，Sylvie？'Heusedthenamehehadhadthecousin'srighttocallherbysinceherchildhood，withoutrememberingherwordsonthesubjectnotfiveminutesbefore;butshedid，andwasvexed。'Please，miss，itisthescarletduffleIwant;don'tlethimtakeitaway。'Hesterlookedupatboththeircountenances，alittlewonderingwhatwastheirpositionwithregardtoeachother;forthis，then，wasthebeautifullittlecousinaboutwhomPhiliphadtalkedtohermother，assadlyspoilt，andshamefullyignorant;alovelylittledunce，andsoforth。HesterhadpicturedSylviaRobson，somehow，asverydifferentfromwhatshewas:younger，morestupid，nothalfsobrightandcharming（for，thoughshewasnowbothpoutingandcross，itwasevidentthatthiswasnotheraccustomedmood）。
　　Sylviadevotedherattentiontotheredcloth，pushingasidethegray。PhilipHepburnwasvexedathisadvicebeingslighted;andyetheurgeditafresh。'Thisisarespectable，quiet—lookingarticlethatwillgowellwithanycolour;youniverwillbesofoolishastotakewhatwillmarkwitheverydropofrain。''I'msorryyousellsuchgood—for—nothingthings，'repliedSylvia，consciousofheradvantage，andrelaxingalittle（aslittleasshepossiblycould）
　　ofhergravity。Hestercameinnow。'Hemeanstosaythatthisclothwillloseitsfirstbrightnessinwetordamp;butitwillalwaysbeagoodarticle，andthecolourwillstandadealofwear。MrFosterwouldnothavehaditinhisshopelse。'Philipdidnotlikethatevenareasonablepeace—makinginterpretershouldcomebetweenhimandSylvia，soheheldhistongueinindignantsilence。Hesterwenton:'Tobesure，thisgrayistheclosermake，andwouldwearthelongest。''Idon'tcare，'saidSylvia，stillrejectingthedullgray。'Ilikethisbest。Eightyards，ifyouplease，miss。''Acloaktakesnineyards，atleast，'saidPhilip，decisively。'Mothertoldmeeight，'saidSylvia，secretlyconsciousthathermotherwouldhavepreferredthemoresobercolour;andfeelingthatasshehadhadherownwayinthatrespect，shewasboundtokeeptothedirectionsshehadreceivedastothequantity。But，indeed，shewouldnothaveyieldedtoPhilipinanythingthatshecouldhelp。Therewasasoundofchildren'sfeetrunningupthestreetfromtheriver—side，shoutingwithexcitement。Atthenoise，Sylviaforgothercloakandherlittlespiritofvexation，andrantothehalf—dooroftheshop。Philipfollowedbecauseshewent。Hesterlookedonwithpassive，kindlyinterest，assoonasshehadcompletedherdutyofmeasuring。OneofthosegirlswhomSylviahadseenassheandMollyleftthecrowdonthequay，camequicklyupthestreet。Herface，whichwashandsomeenoughastofeature，waswhitenedwithexcessofpassionateemotion，herdressuntidyandflying，hermovementsheavyandfree。Shebelongedtothelowestclassofseaportinhabitants。Asshecamenear，Sylviasawthatthetearswerestreamingdownhercheeks，quiteunconsciouslytoherself。SherecognizedSylvia'sface，fullofinterestasitwas，andstoppedherclumsyruntospeaktothepretty，sympatheticcreature。'She'so'ert'bar！She'so'ert'bar！I'mboun'totellmother！'ShecaughtatSylvia'shand，andshookit，andwentonbreathlessandgasping。'Sylvia，howcameyoutoknowthatgirl？'askedPhilip，sternly。'She'snotoneforyoutobeshakinghandswith。She'sknownalldownt'quay—sideas"NewcastleBess。"''Ican'thelpit，'saidSylvia，halfinclinedtocryathismannerevenmorethanhiswords。'WhenfolkaregladIcan'thelpbeinggladtoo，andIjustputoutmyhand，andsheputouthers。Tothinko'yonshipcomeinatlast！Andifyo'dbeendownseeingallt'folklookingandlookingtheireyesout，asiftheyfearedtheyshoulddieaforeshecameinandbroughthometheladstheyloved，yo'dha'shakenhandswi'thatlasstoo，andnogreatharmdone。Ineverseteyneuponhertillhalfanhouragoonth'staithes，andmaybeI'llniverseeheragain。'Hesterwasstillbehindthecounter，buthadmovedsoastobenearthewindow;sosheheardwhattheyweresaying，andnowputinherword:'Shecan'tbealtogetherbad，forshethoughto'tellinghermotherfirstthing，accordingtowhatshesaid。'SylviagaveHesteraquick，gratefullook。ButHesterhadresumedhergazeoutofthewindow，anddidnotseetheglance。AndnowMollyCorneyjoinedthem，hastilyburstingintotheshop。'Hech！'saidshe。'Hearken！howthey'recryingandshoutingdownont'
　　quay。T'gang'samong'emliket'dayofjudgment。Hark！'Noonespoke，noonebreathed，Ihadalmostsaidnoheartbeatforlistening。
　　Notlong;inaninstantthererosethesharpsimultaneouscryofmanypeopleinrageanddespair。Inarticulateatthatdistance，itwasyetanintelligiblecurse，andtheroll，andtheroar，andtheirregulartrampcamenearerandnearer。'They'retaking'emtot'Randyvowse，'saidMolly。'Eh！IwishI'dKingGeorgeherejusttotellhimmymind。'Thegirlclenchedherhands，andsetherteeth。'It'sterriblehard！'saidHester;'there'smothers，andwives，lookingoutfor'em，asiftheywerestarsdroptouto't'lift。''Butcanwedonothingfor'em？'criedSylvia。'Letusgointot'thickofitanddoabitofhelp;Ican'tstandquietandsee't！'Halfcrying，shepushedforwardstothedoor;butPhilipheldherback。'Sylvie！youmustnot。Don'tbesilly;it'sthelaw，andnoonecandoaughtagainstit，leastofallwomenandlasses。BythistimethevanguardofthecrowdcamepressingupBridgeStreet，pastthewindowsofFoster'sshop。Itconsistedofwild，half—amphibiousboys，slowlymovingbackwards，astheywerecompelledbythepressureofthecomingmultitudetogoon，andyetanxioustodefyandannoythegangbyinsults，andcurseshalfchokedwiththeirindignantpassion，doublingtheirfistsintheveryfacesofthegangwhocameonwithmeasuredmovement，armedtotheteeth，theirfacesshowingwhitewithrepressedanddeterminedenergyagainstthebronzedcountenancesofthehalf—dozensailors，whowerealltheyhadthoughtitwisetopickoutofthewhaler'screw，thisbeingthefirsttimeanAdmiraltywarranthadbeenusedinMonkshavenformanyyears;notsincethecloseoftheAmericanwar，infact。Oneofthemenwasaddressingtohistownspeople，inahighpitchedvoice，anexhortationwhichfewcouldhear，for，pressingaroundthisnucleusofcruelwrong，werewomencryingaloud，throwinguptheirarmsinimprecation，showeringdownabuseasheartyandrapidasiftheyhadbeenaGreekchorus。Theirwild，famishedeyeswerestrainedonfacestheymightnotkiss，theircheekswereflushedtopurplewithangerorelselividwithimpotentcravingforrevenge。Someofthemlookedscarcehuman;andyetanhouragotheselips，nowtightlydrawnbacksoastoshowtheteethwiththeunconsciousactionofanenragedwildanimal，hadbeensoftandgraciouswiththesmileofhope;eyes，thatwerefieryandbloodshotnow，hadbeenlovingandbright;
　　heartsnevertorecoverfromthesenseofinjusticeandcruelty，hadbeentrustfulandgladonlyoneshorthourago。Therewerementhere，too，sullenandsilent，broodingonremedialrevenge;
　　butnotmany，thegreaterproportionofthisclassbeingawayintheabsentwhalers。Thestormymultitudeswelledintothemarket—placeandformedasolidcrowdthere，whilethepress—gangsteadilyforcedtheirwayonintoHighStreet，andontotherendezvous。Alow，deepgrowlwentupfromthedensemass，assomehadtowaitforspacetofollowtheothers——nowandthengoingup，asalion'sgrowlgoesup，intoashriekofrage。Awomanforcedherwayupfromthebridge。Shelivedsomelittlewayinthecountry，andhadbeenlateinhearingofthereturnofthewhalerafterhersixmonths'absence;andonrushingdowntothequay—side，shehadbeentoldbyascoreofbusy，sympathizingvoices，thatherhusbandwaskidnappedfortheserviceoftheGovernment。Shehadneedpauseinthemarket—place，theoutletofwhichwascrammedup。Thenshegavetongueforthefirsttimeinsuchafearfulshriek，youcouldhardlycatchthewordsshesaid。'Jamie！Jamie！willtheynotletyoutome？'ThosewerethelastwordsSylviaheardbeforeherownhystericalburstoftearscalledeveryone'sattentiontoher。Shehadbeenverybusyabouthouseholdworkinthemorning，andmuchagitatedbyallshehadseenandheardsincecomingintoMonkshaven;andsoitendedinthis。MollyandHestertookherthroughtheshopintotheparlourbeyond——JohnFoster'sparlour，forJeremiah，theelderbrother，livedinahouseofhisownontheothersideofthewater。Itwasalow，comfortableroom，withgreatbeamsrunningacrosstheceiling，andpaperedwiththesamepaperasthewalls——apieceofelegantluxurywhichtookMolly'sfancymightily！Thisparlourlookedoutonthedarkcourtyardinwhichtheregrewtwoorthreepoplars，strainingupwardstothelight;andthroughanopendoorbetweenthebacksoftwohousescouldbeseenaglimpseofthedancing，heavingriver，withsuchshipsorfishingcoblesashappenedtobemooredinthewatersabovethebridge。TheyplacedSylviaonthebroad，old—fashionedsofa，andgaveherwatertodrink，andtriedtostillhersobbingandchoking。Theyloosedherhat，andcopiouslysplashedherfaceandclusteringchestnuthair，tillatlengthshecametoherself;restored，butdrippingwet。Shesateupandlookedatthem，smoothingbackhertangledcurlsoffherbrow，asiftoclearbothhereyesandherintellect。'WhereamI？——oh，Iknow！Thankyou。Itwasverysilly，butsomehowitseemedsosad！'Andhereshewasnearlygoingoffagain，butHestersaid——'Ay，itweresad，mypoorlass——ifImaycallyouso，forIdon'trightlyknowyourname——butit'sbestnotthinkonit'forwecandonomak'o'
　　good，andit'llmebbesetyouoffagain。Yo'rePhilipHepburn'scousin，Ireckon，andyo'bideatHaytersbankFarm？''Yes;she'sSylviaRobson，'putinMolly，notseeingthatHester'spurposewastomakeSylviaspeak，andsotodivertherattentionfromthesubjectwhichhadsetheroffintomeinformarket，'continuedMolly，'andfort'buyt'newcloakasherfeyther'sgoingtogiveher;and，forsure，Ithoughtwewasi'luck'swaywhenwesawt'firstwhaler，andniverdreamingast'press—gang'udbesomarred。'She，too，begantocry，butherlittlewhimperwasstoppedbythesoundoftheopeningdoorbehindher。ItwasPhilip，askingHesterbyasilentgestureifhemightcomein。Sylviaturnedherfaceroundfromthelight，andshuthereyes。Hercousincamecloseuptoherontip—toe，andlookedanxiouslyatwhathecouldseeofheravertedface;thenhepassedhishandsoslightlyoverherhairthathecouldscarcelybesaidtotouchit，andmurmured——'Poorlassie！it'sapityshecameto—day，forit'salongwalkinthisheat！'ButSylviastartedtoherfeet，almostpushinghimalong。Herquickenedsensesheardanapproachingstepthroughthecourtyardbeforeanyoftheotherswereawareofthesound。Inaminuteafterwards，theglass—dooratonecorneroftheparlourwasopenedfromtheoutside，andMrJohnstoodlookinginwithsomesurpriseatthegroupcollectedinhisusuallyemptyparlour。'It'smycousin，'saidPhilip，reddeningalittle;'shecamewi'herfriendintomarket，andtomakepurchases;andshe'sgotaturnwi'seeingthepress—ganggopastcarryingsomeofthecrewofthewhalertotheRandyvowse。'Ay，ay，'saidMrJohn，quicklypassingonintotheshopontip—toe，asifhewereafraidhewereintrudinginhisownpremises，andbeckoningPhiliptofollowhimthere。'Outofstrifecomethstrife。IguessedsomethingofthesortwasupfromwhatIheardont'bridgeasIcameacrossfra'
　　brotherJeremiah's。'Herehesoftlyshutthedoorbetweentheparlourandtheshop。'Ibearethhardonth'expectantwomenandchilder;norisittobewonderedatthatthey，beingunconverted，ragetogether（poorcreatures！）
　　liketheveryheathen。Philip，'hesaid，comingnearertohis'headyoungman，''keepNicholasandHenryatworkintheware—roomupstairsuntilthisriotbeover，foritwouldgrievemeiftheyweremisledintoviolence。'Philiphesitated。'Speakout，man！Alwayseaseanuneasyheart，andneverletitgethidebound。''Ihadthoughttoconvoymycousinandtheotheryoungwomanhome，forthetownisliketoberough，andit'sgettingdark。''Andthoushalt，mylad，'saidthegoodoldman;'andImyselfwilltryandrestrainthenaturalinclinationsofNicholasandHenry。'Butwhenhewenttofindtheshop—boyswithagentlehomilyonhislips，thosetowhomitshouldhavebeenaddressedwereabsent。Inconsequenceoftheriotousstateofthings，alltheothershopsinthemarket—placehadputtheirshuttersup;andNicholasandHenry，intheabsenceoftheirsuperiors，hadfollowedtheexampleoftheirneighbours，and，asbusinesswasover，theyhadhardlywaitedtoputthegoodsaway，buthadhurriedofftohelptheirtownsmeninanystrugglethatmightensue。Therewasnoremedyforit，butMrJohnlookedratherdiscomfited。Thestateofthecounters，andofthedisarrangedgoods，wassuchalsoaswouldhaveirritatedanymanasorderlybutlesssweet—tempered。Allhesaidonthesubjectwas:'TheoldAdam！theoldAdam！'butheshookhisheadlongafterhehadfinishedspeaking。'WhereisWilliamCoulson？'henextasked。'Oh！Iremember。HewasnottocomebackfromYorktillthenightclosedin。'Philipandhismasterarrangedtheshopintheexactordertheoldmanloved。Thenherecollectedthewishofhissubordinate，andturnedroundandsaid——'Nowgowiththycousinandherfriend。Hesterishere，andoldHannah。
　　ImyselfwilltakeHesterhome，ifneedbe。ButforthepresentIthinkshehadbesttarryhere，asitisn'tmanystepstohermother'shouse，andwemayneedherhelpifanyofthosepoorcreaturesfallintosufferingwi'theirviolence。'Withthis，MrJohnknockedatthedooroftheparlour，andwaitedforpermissiontoenter。Withold—fashionedcourtesyhetoldthetwostrangershowgladhewasthathisroomhadbeenofservicetothem;thathewouldneverhavemadesoboldastopassthroughit，ifhehadbeenawarehowitwasoccupied。
　　Andthengoingtoacornercupboard，highupinthewall，hepulledakeyoutofhispocketandunlockedhislittlestoreofwine，andcake，andspirits;andinsistedthattheyshouldeatanddrinkwhilewaitingforPhilip，whowastakingsomelastmeasuresforthesecurityoftheshopduringthenight。Sylviadeclinedeverything，withlesscourtesythansheoughttohaveshowntotheoffersofthehospitableoldman。Mollytookwineandcake，leavingagoodhalfofboth，accordingtothecodeofmannersinthatpartofthecountry;andalsobecauseSylviawascontinuallyurginghertomakehaste。
　　Forthelatterdislikedtheideaofhercousin'sesteemingitnecessarytoaccompanythemhome，andwantedtoescapefromhimbysettingoffbeforehereturned。ButanysuchplanswerefrustratedbyPhilip'scomingbackintotheparlour，fullofgravecontent，whichbrimmedoverfromhiseyes，withtheparcelofSylvia'sobnoxiousredduffleunderhisarm;anticipatingsokeenlythepleasureawaitinghiminthewalk，thathewasalmostsurprisedbythegravityofhiscompanionsastheypreparedforit。SylviawasalittlepenitentforherrejectionofMrJohn'shospitality，nowshefoundouthowunavailingforitspurposesuchrejectionhadbeen，andtriedtomakeupbyamodestsweetnessoffarewell，whichquitewonhisheart，andmadehimpraiseheruptoHesterinawaytowhichshe，observantofall，couldnotbringherselffullytorespond。Whatbusinesshadtheprettylittlecreaturetorejectkindly—meanthospitalityinthepettishwayshedid，thoughtHester。And，oh！whatbusinesshadshetobesoungratefulandtotryandthwartPhilipinhisthoughtfulwishofescortingthemthroughthestreetsoftherough，riotoustown？Whatdiditallmean？
　　chapter04CHAPTERIVPHILIPHEPBURNThecoastonthatpartoftheislandtowhichthisstoryrefersisborderedbyrocksandcliffs。Theinlandcountryimmediatelyadjacenttothecoastislevel，flat，andbleak;itisonlywherethelongstretchofdyke—enclosedfieldsterminatesabruptlyinasheerdescent，andthestrangerseestheoceancreepingupthesandsfarbelowhim，thatheisawareonhowgreatanelevationhehasbeen。Hereandthere，asIhavesaid，acleftinthelevelland（thusrunningoutintotheseainsteeppromontories）occurs——whattheywouldcalla'chine'intheIsleofWight;butinsteadofthesoftsouthwindstealingupthewoodyravine，asitdoesthere，theeasternbreezecomespipingshrillandclearalongthesenorthernchasms，keepingthetreesthatventuretogrowonthesidesdowntothemereheightofscrubbybrushwood。Thedescenttotheshorethroughthese'bottoms'isinmostcasesveryabrupt，toomuchsoforacartway，orevenabridle—path;
　　butpeoplecanpassupanddownwithoutdifficulty，bythehelpofafewrudestepshewnhereandthereoutoftherock。Sixtyorseventyyearsago（nottospeakofmuchlatertimes）thefarmerswhoownedorhiredthelandwhichlaydirectlyonthesummitofthesecliffsweresmugglerstotheextentoftheirpower，onlypartiallycheckedbythecoast—guarddistributed，atprettynearlyequalinterspacesofeightmiles，allalongthenorth—easternseaboard。Stillsea—wrackwasagoodmanure，andtherewasnolawagainstcarryingitupingreatosierbasketsforthepurposeoftillage，andmanyasecretthingwaslodgedinhiddencrevicesintherockstillthefarmersenttrustypeopledowntotheshoreforagoodsupplyofsandandseaweedforhisland。OneofthefarmsonthecliffhadlatelybeentakenbySylvia'sfather。