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But moving around is best kanivet it, not loustering tween the blankets. Fasterer you skuts, fasterer he go. You'll be far better for it. The night powder, if Hoblyn was sufficiently alert to drink it, contained ten grains of jalap, but that didn't so much matter. Dwight felt a greater concern, for the health of the three women than for the man. As he was leaving he saw Rosina limping up the hill with a jug of milk. She was seventeen, and her fine eyes had not yet been spoiled by endless hours of close sewing in a bad light. She smiled and curtsied as they met. See your mother takes her powder. And then; he d'make it up to we afterwards. Here the worst squalor began.

Windows stuffed with board and rags, doors propped beside the openings they had been designed to fill, open cesspools, with rat runs from one to another, broken roofs and lean-to shacks where half-naked children crawled and played. Coming here, Dwight always ni conscious of his own decent clothes: He knocked at the first cottage, surprised to see both halves of the door closed, for the room within depended for its lnivet on what came through the door. A week ago he had delivered Betty Carkeek of her first-born son when two fishwife-midwives had done their worst and failed. He heard the baby crying inside and after another minute. Betty came to the door, opening the top half a suspicious inch.

Do you come in. She should do well enough now. He followed her into the stone but it was hardly more stooping his head on the threshold, and saw Ted Carkeek sitting over a small fire stirring some sort of an herb brew. Ted and Betty had loocal been married a month, sez staying home when there was work to do, and work so hard to get, seemed a poor way of showing your devotion. He nodded to the young man and went to look at the baby. Ted got up and moved to go out, but Betty stopped him, ffor he zluts and went back to watching his brew. The child was snuffly with a cold and its breathing rapid Dwight wondered what the inexperienced girl had done; one was always struggling against ignorance and neglect.

Kempthorne had mentioned the Coads. Fnids curled away from the open chimney and wove itself about the blackened rafters. Dwight took no notice. There's nought to be gained by sceedling there by the fire. He's no telltale, we did ought to know that. Physic lahivet do him no good. A musket ball had glanced off the bone and come out, leaving in the first place; a clean enough oanivet. But there was a good deal of inflammation now, not lnivet by the poultice of boiled yarrow leaves. What's that you're brewing on the fire? And because he didn't ask, the explanation came, though not until the dressing was done and he had bled the man and was ready to leave - Ted Carkeek was partner with four others in a cockleshell of a boat with which in quiet srx they would venture the long and hazardous olcal to France to pick up spirits and bring them back for sale.

Theirs was no large-scale business like Mr. Trencrom's; but by means of four or five runs a year they were able to make enough to help things along. They had left last Saturday and returned Wednesday, putting in to Vaughan's Cove, a strip of beach connecting at times with Sawle, Cove, to find Vercoe and two other excisemen waiting ready dex lay hands on them. There had been a scuffle, their boat had sunk, drifting on the rocks in the confusion, and Ted Carkeek had been shot in the shoulder. A disagreeable lahivet, and one which might have repercussions. There was little he could do for so young a baby; in any case Mrs.

Coad would certainly make her daughter disobey him and give it some witch's brew of her own. Finds local sluts for sex in lanivet child would survive or lanievt according to its constitution. You'll need to rest that shoulder, Ted. It's not natural, I'll say. Tis hard for 'em not to guess when you're gone half the week. But not where panivet was going to iin the stuff in. That were knowed by only six or seven. If I could lay oocal hands on seex one that couldn't make to hold his tongue - or, still more, give us away on purpose. These people might as well live in a cave, shut off from light and sun. Joan and Nancy has fever too, but they're sweating nicely and on the mend?

Dwight picked up his bag. I know it is easy to advise, but once you get, suspecting people it's hard to know where to stop. As he left the cottage and crossed the square towards the fish cellars where several families eked out an existence, he was frowning at the problems the outbreak of fever had brought him: All this summer he had been troubled by a new virulence in this seasonal complaint - not merely by the virulence of taking it bad the way Mrs. Hoblyn had done, but by the emergence of new symptoms when people should have been on the mend. Discolorations of the skin developed, and swellings and then a new loss, of strength.

Two, children had recently, died - apparently from this-and several adults were much more ill than they ought to have been. Even the children who got better were feeble and yellow, with tumid bellies and weak legs. If measles came they would go off like flies. He had tried all his favourite weapons but none of them seemed to do any good. Dwight sometimes, wondered if he ought to invent a new complaint called privation disease to cover the ills he found. Chapter Three Ross rode in to Truro on the following. Demelza would have gone with him had she not sensed that he preferred the journey alone.

He was like that at present. When he got in he called at once on Mr. Last February, when the law had so suddenly and unexpectedly moved in the matter, Ross had still been feeling the worst effects of his bereavement and his several failures, and he had endured the justice's examination in an angry and resentful mood. It had early been clear that he must' employ some lawyer to act for him-and who more natural than his own and his father's, Mr. Notary Pearce, who also was his co-partner in Wheal Leisure and his creditor to the sum of fourteen hundred pounds? But several times during the months of waiting Ross had wished himself sufficiently of one mind to make a change before it was too late.

Pearce was a good negotiator, adept in conveyances, a sharp and adroit enough man where money was concerned; but there were younger and keener men to prepare briefs for the assizes. Also in this bitter cleavage which had broken out between two factions in the county during the last few years, Pearce was one of the few men with a foot still in each camp. He was a friend of Ross's and a friend of the Warleggans. A shareholder in Wheal Leisure, he nevertheless banked with the Warleggansalthough he sometimes did legal business for Pascoe's.

He was a personal friend of Dr. Choake's, but had loaned money to Dwight Enys. In principle it was, all very good detachment and impartiality were to be admired. But lately with ruin and broken homes following in the wake of the struggle, it just wasn't wholesome any more. Ross found him in better spirits than usual. The chronic gout that was settling on him had eased, and he was using his new mobility - in a furious attack on boxfuls of ancient legal papers that filled the room. A clerk and an apprentice were helping in the orgy, carrying boxes to his desk and then bearing away the crackling yellow parchments which Mr.

Pearce weeded out and flung upon the floor. When he saw Ross he, said "There now, Captain Poldark; what a pleasant surprise; do take a chair, if there is one - clear a chair for Captain Poldark-I am just sorting a little of the older stuff; nothing modern, you follow, selecting a little of the older stuff for disposal. You're keeping well, I hope; this uncertain weather suits some people. A little joke-there, Captain Poldark, if one knows the subject of the files The older families naturally expect their lawyers to preserve all correspondence relating but space; is the obstacle; one needs cellars.

My daughter was saying wet summers are healthy, summers, do you agree? Pearce glanced at him and set down the bundle of papers he had grasped. But I have a free morning. There are one or two things. Noakes - and you, Biddle you can leave us. Never mind the boxes. Dear, dear, not in front of the desk. One minute, just to poke the fire So they settled to be cosy in the hot, paper-littered room, and Mr. Pearce scratched himself and informed Ross what arrangements had so far been made for his downfall. The assizes would be formally, opened on Saturday the fourth, prox. Ross would be required to present himself to the Governor of the Prison not later than Thursday, the second.

Wentworth Lister and the Hon. Thornton would deal with the nisi prius side, and Wentworth. Lister would handle the Crown cases. The lists were very crowded because when the winter assizes had been due to take place there had been so much fever in Launceton that the lawyers had refused to come down, and nearly all the cases had been postponed until the summer. It was likely, however, that Ross's trial, being considered an important one, would be put forward to the Tuesday or the Wednesday. Who is leading for the Crown? I could have wished for someone different though, mind you, I've, never seen him, don't know, him, except by repute; and by repute he's a trifle hard-hitting, shall we say.

No great lawyer, one understands, but keen to get his verdict. Still, that's as may be. You've a great deal of good will, Captain Poldark; it all helps; dear me, it's of high importance where a jury is concerned. Pearce reached forward with his curtain rod and jabbed at the fire again. Good will and ill will," said Ross, watching the other's face. Naturally, there may be some; we all have enemies; it's hard to come through life without them. But not many, I'm thinking, being committed in a magistrate's court as you were, can have had their bail money paid in by two of the magistrates on the bench.

And - after the things you said it was, I declare, a considerable: You were a thought-hrr-hrr-reckless, to say the least, as I've suggested before. In this case, with Lord Devoran and Mr. Boscoigne sympathetic towards you, some-some formula might have been found if you had not committed yourself, so willingly. I hope, when the opportunity comes for you, to speak in court, you will have greater regard for your safety. In my view humble as it is - a lot will hang on your attitude then. But, remember, you will have a jury to, consider - always very susceptible to good and bad impressions.

You can do a great deal for yourself, believe me. Of course, counsel will advise you when you see him- and I do trust you'll accept his advice. Look, Pearce, there is one thing I have not done and must do-that is, make a will. Can you have it done - drawn up now so that it may be signed before. Noakes can be got in when you please". A simple straightforward statement that I leave all my debts to my wife. Things are somewhat tight for the moment, but no doubt they'll ease. If things go wrong at Bodmin, you'll barely see your money back. So it's self-interest as well as common justice to get me my freedom.

We shall all work for it, believe me. A great deal depends on the jury. I confess I should feel a small matter more settled if there had not been so much trouble in France. We have to face it. That disturbance in Redruth in the autumn; ten years ago it would have been a case for the petty sessions - now one hanged and two transported Mr. Pearce scratched under his wig. It's essential if you're to plead not guilty that I don't think I'm in the mood. When the jail is waiting I may bring my mind to a better grip of the affair " He had a standing invitation to dinner with the Pascoes, and when he left Mr. Pearce's office, as it was by then two o'clock, he walked at a leisurely pace towards the bank, which was in Pydar Street.

Another bad day; August was refusing to relent. A cold northwest wind was bringing heavy showers, and the hot sun that broke between had no time to dry the streets before the clouds blew up again for the next storm. In this town where little-rivulets ran down the side of the streets even in the dryest of summers, and half-hidden streams bubbled in every side alley, a town that one could not leave except by bridge or ford, one got a sense of saturation. In low-lying places the muddy pools were slowly submerging the cobbles and joining to become lakes. To avoid one stretching half across Powder Street, Ross turned up the slit of Church Lane, and the wind, suddenly finding new venom, blew at his coattails and tried to snatch his hat.

Another man behind him was not so lucky, and a black felt with a wide brim came hobbling along the wet cobbles to finish up at Ross's feet. He picked it up. As its owner came along he saw that it was Francis. So much had happened in their relationship since the angry scene of last August that they met like strangers, remembering the old emotions but no longer feeling them. One is blown down this alley like a pea down a pipe. His hair continued to blow about. Francis was thinner, he noticed. The threat of stoutness had gone; but he looked no better for it. It's not a view I'd criticise; but there's a thing or two I want to say in case another year passes before the opportunity occurs again.

Francis hunched up the high velvet collar of his coat. Talking in this funnel's trying on the temper. I'll walk with you a few paces. Francis did not speak until they reached St. Mary's Church and turned along beside the railings of the churchyard. Two things, I think, in the main. You cannot want my good wishes or be in a mood to appreciate them, but when you go to Bodmin next month you may know that you have them just the same. Francis was rapping at the railings with his stick. Supposing things should go wrong with you next month, how is Demelza fixed? Ross raised his head as if conscious of some challenge - not from Francis, but from this circumstance which was rearing itself in other - people's minds as well as his own.

What is it to you? I'm no doubt as nearly bankrupt as you, or nearer; but if after next month you are in prison and I out, she can turn to me if she needs help or advice. I have a name still in the county and happen to have a little hard money put by. She may, have that if she needs it, or anything else I own. Resentment and bitterness and old grudges were dead things which rotted the hands that grasped them. Something Demelza said last winter just after Julia's death: Oughtn't we to find all the friendship we can while there's still time? But I'm sure it would be.

The light was hard and metallic, the street still and colourless as in a steel engraving. I hope the offer will not be necessary. The copper company on its feet, his child alive. Yet here he was, soberly talking as if nothing had happened. A blow in the face. He said in a changed voice: No doubt he'll be capable of discharging his duties if the worst comes to the worst. Harris Pascoe was behind the counter when he went in; but the banker at once beckoned him to come to the side, and they entered the private room together. Over a glass of brandy Pascoe said: Joan is pleased, but I am a little doubtful of the attachment.

Especially after Dwight's affair with that w-woman last year. I hope I shall not be the skeleton at the feast to-day. Your visits are as rare as Enys's.

I can join you in a minute" "There was business in my visit as well," said Ross. In some fot eyes a morbid speculative gleam would betray itself behind the show of sympathy; others, would shy away as if they ij been told you were going to have Fibds, leg off. Harris Pascoe wrinkled his mouth locak distaste and made a show of fixing his spectacles more firmly; behind his ears: We hope for a happy outcome of that. Would you like to look Finds local sluts for sex in lanivet lanivt account while you are here? You slut a credit balance of a little over a hundred and lanivft pounds.

You have a permanent mortgage, on your property with the bank of two thousand lnaivet hundred pounds, bearing seven per cent interest. You have a further indebtedness loccal, I understand, of - of one thousand pounds, is it? And your income in round figures, as it were? That's after living expenses are paid, I ln You'll remember when you c-contemplated taking out that second bill I advised you ror to sell the mine shares. However, I'm not here to say I told you so. Any other substantial debts? The banker pushed the ledger along the desk, and Ross signed his name against the last entry in his account. I am concerned," he said, '"to see some sort of security for my wife. I try not to take a pessimistic view of this trial, but no good comes of being an ostrich.

If they do not quite I will make up the difference. I am enlarging the scope of my business and taking partners into it. It was not good news to him, who at the moment felt himself dependent on the personal good will of the banker, but he could not show that. I think I have good reason. Of course, when my father began his tin discounting it was a d-different matter. Business was simple and straightforward thirty years ago, and we did not issue bank notes until I was married. We have always held a high r-reputation, and so long as such a trust existed there was no need for complicated systems of finance. But things have changed and we must move with the times.

Nowadays a bank is subject to all k-kinds of new responsibilities and stresses-and they are more, I think, than one manor one-family-should shoulder. Aubyn Tresize, whom you know. He has money and prestige and wide interests. The second is Annery, the solicit or. The third is Spry. I shall be managing partner and we shall be known as P-pascoe. I think the meal will be ready now. A drop more brandy just to top, up your glass? No doubt, fighting it out as, you fought it out in the arena all the time - you could feel the pressure of the hostile interests, the other copper companies and the banks concerned, plainly enough.

But sitting here - you know I hardly ever go out-sitting here in this quiet bank one was aware, of s-subtle stresses too. I was not, as you know, directly interested in the copper venture. It is not my business - as a custodian of other people's money to take speculative risks.

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But I was aware that if I had been so concerned I should not have been strong enough; to stand the strains that could have been put on me. Credit is an unpredictable thing-as unstable as quicksilver. One cannot box it up. Last autumn I realised that the days of the one-man bank are over. It-disturbed me-shook me out of a comfortable rut in wh-which I had been for many years. All this year I have been feeling my way towards some broader organisation: They went up the stairs to dinner. Chapter Four When Francis got home it was just after six. He had had to ride into the teeth of the Sluts in ashey all the way, and there had been a half dozen torrential showers, some of them with more than a suggestion of hail, to stream off his horse's head and his cape and to strike at his face under the insecure hat, to trickle down his neck and soak his riding breeches above the leather leggings.

Twice too he had nearly come off when his horse slipped in mud-filled ruts more than a foot deep. So he was not in a good temper. Tabb, last of the two remaining house servants, came to take his horse and Free casual sex in benton ms 39039 to say something; but a gust of wind and another flurry of rain bore it away and Francis went into the house. It was a silent house these days; and already it showed signs of poverty and neglect: Portraits of the Poldarks and the Trenwiths stared coldly across the unfrequented room.

Francis tramped to the stairs, Finds local sluts for sex in lanivet to go up and change, but the door of the. Uncle George is here and has brought me a toy horse! With brown, eyes and brown hair and stirrups I can put my feet in! As Francis went in George Sex chat date line was standing by the fireplace. He was wearing a snuff-coloured coat, silk waistcoat and black cravat, with fawn breeches and new, brown riding boots. Elizabeth looked a little flushed, as if the surprise call had pleased her. George came seldom these days, being not too sure of his welcome here.

Francis had queer moods and resented his indebtedness. Elizabeth said " George has been here an hour. We were hoping you would be back before he had to leave. I've been anointed many times on the way home. We shall all look like sans-culottes before the century is out" Francis's eyes travelled over George's broad frame. He went across and pulled them sharply, back. When he turned he saw that Elizabeth had flushed; at. Our faces, our figures are marked and warped by all the storms that blow. But your wife, my dear Francis, has a beauty which is untouched by ill luck or indifferent health and only grows more radiant when the tide turns.

We can still afford drink, George. Some of the old instincts remain. I had been as far as St. Ann's this afternoon on mining business and could not resist calling on you when so near. You come so little to town these days. George still envied him one thing. One advantage of being out of it is that one can take a purely academic interest in its vagaries. Are you thinking of closing Wheal Plenty? If it goes on we may be able to restart Grambler one day. Copper would have to double its price to justify a new outlay on Grambler now it is closed and derelict. Had it been saved from closing there might have been another story.

It will not reopen in our lifetime. You're Finds local sluts for sex in lanivet making a mistake of remaining shut up here. There is plenty to be had of life even in these depressed days. Poldark is still a good name, Francis, and if you moved in society more opportunity would come of bettering yourself. There are patronages to be had, if nothing better, paid offices which carry no obligation and no loss of prestige indeed, the reverse. I could become a burgess any day if it pleased me, but at present it pleases me to keep out of the political field.

As for you" Silver surfers dating site for me," said Francis, "I am a gentleman and want no patronage either from gentlemen or others. George smiled, but it was not the sort of observation he would be likely to forget. Few people had the courage to make such remarks to him nowadays. Elizabeth made an impatient movement. Pride can go too far. He didn't seem unduly depressed by his forth-coming trial, though he was not anxious to discuss it with me. One can hardly blame him. But I don't think the outcome will affect your good name, Francis.

Am I my brother's keeper? Still less so, then, of a cousin: No one coerced him into doing what he did. That will be for the court to find. But the fact that he has treated the law with contempt on a number of previous occasions will be inclined to weigh to his detriment. I know of no others" "Nor is the court supposed to," Francis said, straightening up. I came on this pretty little sheet in Truro to-day: There are sure to be others in Bodmin before next week. I thought of showing it to Ross," Francis added, "but decided it was discreeter to leave him in ignorance. Elizabeth stared at the paper.

True and Sensational Facts in the life of Captain R-s P--d-k, bold adventurer, seducer and suspected murderer, shortly to stand his trial on Criminal Charges at B-m-n Assizes next. Written by an Intimate Friend. After a minute she put the paper down, and looked at Francis. Francis looked steadily, interestedly, back at her. The thing was written in the form of a biography, and none of the salacious rumours of the last two years was missing - all set out as if the facts were beyond dispute. Francis offered it to George, but he waved it away. One of our coachmen was caught reading a similar thing yesterday.

They are not important. Look, this is the way it goes. These scurrilous broadsheets are always going about regarding someone or other. No one takes account of 'em. Why, only last month there was some sheet issued purporting to show in the most lurid and circumstantial detail that feeble-mindedness and insanity runs all through the Royal Family and that the King's father, Frederick, was a pervert and a degenerate beyond recall. His meaning was obvious. But he was only a boy at, the time - there was some boyish escapade, I know, but nothing serious. And this about Demelza And this…' Francis read: Here in good earnest we find-"' " What does that mean?

Jinny Carter's child has a scar," said Francis. The pamphleteer has been to some trouble to scrape up all the-er-what did you call it? Not you, George, I suppose? Only a bankrupt would sell his services that way. If the stories are all untrue they can be refuted. It had long been George's practice to swallow insults and to pay them back at leisure. Francis had been brought up to no such self-control. It was fortunate that just then Geoffrey Charles fell off his horse and pulled the animal over on top of him, for when the clamour had subsided, the worst moment was past. For two reasons Elizabeth exerted herself to prevent a recurrence of it.

First, George almost owned the things they stood in. Second, on personal grounds, she did not want to lose his friendship. Admiration such as he brought was rare enough in the life she led. She knew it was her due, and the knowledge made it all the harder to be without. Chapter Five Bodmin at the time of the summer assizes of was a town with three thousand inhabitants and twentynine public houses. A historian passing through two centuries before had noted the unhealthiness of the situation, the houses in the- mile-long main street being, he-pointed out, so shut off from sun by the hill behind that no light could have entrance to their stairs nor open air in their rooms.

When it rained, he added, all the filth of the outbuildings and stables was washed down through these houses into the street; and, further, the main water supply ran openly through the churchyard, which was the ordinary place of burial for town and parish. The intervening years had not changed the situation, but there was nothing so far as Ross could see in the hard-bitten look of the inhabitants to suggest they suffered any unusual apprehensions from sickness or, pestilence. Indeed in the previous summer, while cholera raged in the districts around, the town had escaped. He presented himself at the gaol on Thursday the second of September, and Demelza followed on the Saturday.

He had been opposed to her being at the trial at all, but she had insisted so vehemently that for once he gave way. He reserved a room for her at the George and Crown, and a place for her on the midday coach, but unknown- to him she had been making extra arrangements of her own. Bailey's Flyer began its long run from the west country at Falmouth, and when she met it at Truro at eleven, forty-five Verity was travelling in it. They greeted each other like old lovers, kissing with a depth of affection that trouble brought to the surface, each aware of the other's love for Ross and of a uniting purpose. Oh, I'm that glad to see you; it's been an age and no one to talk to as I talk to you.

They sat in a comer by the door and talked in earnest confidential tones. Verity thought Demelza looked years older than at their last meeting, and thinner and paler, but somehow it all suited her dark hair and brows and wayward eyes. I can't write, no more'n Prudie Paynter, and never shall. It is there, - there in my mind, but when I pick up the quill it all puffs away like steam out of the spout of a kettle" Verity said: I am so ignorant of these things. How is the jury chosen? Is it of freemen and will they look on such a crime indulgently? And the judge " DemeLza tried to satisfy her from the information she had. She was surprised to find Verity as unlearned in the law as herself.

They struggled with-its complexities together. Verity said "Andrew would have come, but he is at sea. I should have been happier with him to lean on. But perhaps it's for the best You don't know, I suppose, if Francis will be at the assizes? No, I don't think so. But there will be a great many there. We're lucky, so they say, to have accommodation, because there's an election this coming week - between Unwin Trevaunance and Michael Chenhalls on the Basset side, and Sir Henry Corrant and Hugh Dagge on the Boscoigne. We-I-have got to know Sir John a slight bit. Of course Ross have known him for years-but he happened to have a sick cow-and I cured her - or she got, better of her own-and so I've been over there once or twice and have details of the election.

Verity, I don't want for you to mind if I act strange this week end. It is only a track of my own I'm following, like, and maybe it will lead somewhere and maybe it will lead to a dead end. But it is just the way I feel about things, and I hope you'll understand. Are you really happy with Andrew? But what is it you intend to do this week end? It is, only just a warning. And have you met your step-children yet? She frowned at the handkerchief. I haven't met them yet: I think we should take our seats now. They were the first in the vehicle, but a moment later three more entered, and several climbed on top. It was to be a crowded journey. The clash of election and assize had given the soberer citizens of Bodmin some anxious thought: Everyone knew that there were two mayors in the town, each representing a rival patron; but no one yet knew which would prevail during this allimportant week.

The election of the members of Parliament, in more cordial circumstances, might have been put through in a couple of hours and no one the worse, since there were only thirty-six, electors, members of a Common Council under the mayor. Unfortunately the dispute as to the mayoral office raised questions about the validity of the Council, each mayor having his own version of the electoral roll. Lawson, one mayor, had among his common councillors his brother, his wife's brother, a cousin, a nephew, and four sons, and this was a situation which Mr. Michell, the other mayor, passionately challenged. As to the law, the lists were crowded with cases from the deferred spring assizes, the gaol crowded with felons, and the inns crowded with litigants and witnesses.

On the Friday Ross had his first interview with his counsel, Mr. All considered, Ross thought it a good thing the barrister came in his robes or the turnkey might have been reluctant to let him out again. Clymer thought the case of the Crown v. Poldark would not come on before Wednesday morning. In the meantime he thumbed through Mr. Pearce's brief, shot questions at his client, tutted over the answers and sniffed at a handkerchief soaked in vinegar. When he left he said he would be round on Monday with a list of witnesses who had been subpoenaed to appear and a draft of the line of defence he would advise his client to pursue. The one tentatively sketched out by Mr.

Pearce was quite useless - it admitted altogether too much. When Ross said that was the defence Mr. Pearce had prepared on his instructions, Clymer said fiddlesticks, it wasn't for a client to issue instructions of that, sort; a client must be guided by his legal advisers or what was the good of having them. You couldn't plead not guilty and say in the next breath, I did it after all. It was an infernal pity Captain Poldark had made such admissions and offered such expressions of opinion to the examining justice. Asking for trouble, that's what you'd call it.

Whole purpose of the defence now must be to remove that impression, not emphasise it Ignoring. Ross's look, he said it would profit them both if Captain Poldark would spend the week end thinking this over, and also in casting back in his memory for any new recollection that would help. After all, he said, rubbing his blue chin, no one but the prisoner could, know all the facts. One condition of Ross's consent to Demelza's presence in the town was that she should make no attempt whatever to see him in gaol. In fact she was not altogether loth, for she would not then have to account for her movements. Only to Verity need she make excuses, and at the worst Verity had no control over her.

Only a long and painful argument and some extra money from Verity won them their privacy. They had a meal together- and listened to the slamming of doors, the cries of ostlers, the hurrying feet of the maids and the singsong of drunken wayfarers under the window. Oh, that old coach: Three times I thought we were going to upset or spend the night in the mud. What were you going to tell me about your stepchildren, Verity? The action was like some new and secret blossoming of her personality. She did not look eleven years older than Demelza now.