Fogo's heart. He motioned them back to their seats.
"There is still one more question that I must ask you," he said,
rising and stepping to Tamsin's side. "You guess what it is?"
"I mou't," admitted Peter slowly.
"I ask you, then, if Tamsin has your leave to make me happy.
Knowing what it costs you--"
"No cost, sir, where our little maid's happiness es consarned.
Tamsin knaws that, but 't 'as been the harder to talk wi' her as us
shud ha' wished, an' that there's no denyin'. Us knawed all along
she'd be leavin' us some day, an' oft'n Paul an' me have a-made up
each other's mind to 't. I misdoubts, sir--I misdoubts sorely--
seein' 'tes _you_ her heart es set to marry--meanin' no offence, sir.
But as _'tes_ set--Tamsin, girl, we'll be goin', I reckon.
I'm thinkin' I've a-parted wi' enough o' my heart's blud for wan
night."
He moved towards the door, but came back again to shake hands, with a
word of self-reproach for his lack of courtesy. Then, with a
tenderness almost motherly on his mahogany face--
"Be gentle wi' her," he said. "She's quick to larn--an' takes cold
aisy, which, ef seen to early, a little nitre will a'most al'ays
pervent. Come 'long, Tamsin."
CHAPTER XXV.
WHICH ENDS THE STORY OF TROY.
The wedding took place in less than two months after Mr.
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