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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1922. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX September brought high winds and humid heat, until sundown, then chill, still air with low dews and damp grasses. Most of the day Lysette lay in the hammock under the oaks and watched the changing foliage, while Neil read to her, and in the evenings on the settle by the fire listened to Judith and Elspeth talk of the village. She was listless and at the same time restive. Sleeping little and weeping much. "There be something on her mind," Parson said to Judith. "See if you can get what's troublin' the child. She should be free from worry. I can't think what it can be." "I know," Judith told him. "I wish John had the sense of a man!" "Ye think she worries for John?" he asked. "I didn't get that notion, when I talked wi' her, Judith." "John should have bided, as ye told him to do. When she's a mother she'll have her babe to mind," she insisted. Parson considered. "Aye," he said, "but till then?" "John should have bided," Judith repeated obstinately. But Parson was not satisfied and tried to get at Lysette's trouble. He took her for walks and told her stories of his work, tried to draw her to comment on them. But she listened, indifferent, and lost herself in day-dreams as soon as he was silent. Then he told her tales of men he'd known who had followed the sea in fair weather and foul, and had died in their beds of old age. "I'm not afraid for John," she assured him, "I'm afraid--afraid" Parson waited for her to continue. Something told him that it was life, not death, she feared. And his anger against John, which had grown of late, intermittent but recurringly stronger, drove him to frown. Lysette smiled up at him. "I'm afraid for my child," she said. Parson took her hand to help her over the stile they had come to. "Afraid of what?" he asked. But she k...