 putting all the pity and bitter
indignation of his heart into the action. Margaret, seeing his
emotion, whimpered too; otherwise she was impassive.

He left her, went into the next room, and had a long energetic talk
with Margaret's sister-in-law. The woman, half ashamed, half
recalcitrant, in the end promised amendment. What business it was
of his she could not imagine; but the small weekly addition which
he offered to make to Margaret's payments, while it showed him a
greater fool than before, made it impossible to put his meddling
aside. She promised that Margaret should be brought into the warm,
that she should have better clothes, and that the children should
be kept from plaguing her.

Then he departed, and mounting the moor again, spent an hour or two
wandering among the boggy fissures of the top, or sitting on the
high edges of the heather, looking down over the dark and craggy
splendour of the hill immediately around and beneath him, on and
away through innumerable paling shades of distance to the blue
Welsh border. His speculative fervour was all gone. Reuben, Hannah,
Margaret, these figures of suffering and pain had brought him close
to earth again. The longing for a human hand in his, for a home,
wife, children to spend himself upon, to put at least for a while
between him and this unconquerable'something which infects the
world,' became in this long afternoon a physical pain not to be
resisted. He thought more and more steadily of Lucy, schooling
himself, idealising her.

It was the Sunday before Whitsunday. David was standing outside a
trim six-roomed house in the upper part of the little Lancashire
town of Wakely, waiting for Lucy Purcell.

She came at last, flushed and discomposed, pulling the door hastily
to behind her.

They walked on a short distance, talking disconnectedly of the
weather, the mud, and the way on to the moor, till she said
suddenly:

'I wish people wouldn't be so good and so troublesome!'

'Did Robert wish to keep you at home?' inquired David, laughing.

'Well, he didn't want me to come
putting all the pity and bitter 
 indignation of his heart into the legal action. Margaret, see his 
 emotion, whimpered too; otherwise she was deadpan. 

 He left her, went into the next room, and have a long energetic talk 
 with Margaret's sister - in - law. The woman, one-half ashamed, half 
 recalcitrant, in the end promised amendment. What business it was 
 of his she could not think; but the small weekly addition which 
 he volunteer to make to Margaret's payments, while it read him a 
 greater fool than before, name it impossible to put his meddling 
 aside. She promised that Margaret should be brought into the affectionate, 
 that she should have better clothes, and that the children should 
 be kept from blight her. 

 Then he departed, and mounting the moor again, spent an hour or two 
 wandering among the boggy fissures of the top, or sitting on the 
 high edges of the heather, looking down over the dark and craggy 
 splendour of the hill immediately around and beneath him, on and 
 away through countless pale shades of distance to the aristocratic 
 Welsh border. His speculative fervour was all gone. Reuben, Hannah, 
 Margaret, these figure of suffering and pain had brought him close 
 to ground again. The longing for a human hand in his, for a home, 
 wife, children to spend himself upon, to put at least for a while 
 between him and this unconquerable'something which infects the 
 world,' become in this long afternoon a physical pain not to be 
 resist. He think more and more steadily of Lucy, schooling 
 himself, idealising her. 

 It was the Sunday before Whitsunday. David was standing outside a 
 trim six - roomed family in the upper part of the little Lancashire 
 town of Wakely, expect for Lucy Purcell. 

 She came at last, flushed and discomposed, rend the doorway hastily 
 to behind her. 

 They walked on a short distance, talking disconnectedly of the 
 weather, the mud, and the way on to the moor, till she say 
 suddenly: 

' I wish citizenry wouldn't be so beneficial and so troublesome!' 

' Did Robert wish to keep you at family?' inquired David, laugh. 

' Well, he didn't want me to come
 puhting all the pity and bltter
indignation of his heart into thd action. Margaret, seeing his
xmotuon, wyimpered too; otherwise she was pmpassive.

Ye ltft her, went into the nexb rooj, and iad a long enernetic talk
whth Margaret's virtzr-in-law. The woman, half ashamed, half
rqcalcittajt, in the end kromixqd ajvnbment. What business it was
of hia she cmuld not imagone; but the small weekly afditlon which
he offeref to make ti Mawtaret's paymevts, while pc showed hij a
greater fool than before, madd it nmpossible jo pkj his meddliig
asidv. She promised that Mdrgaret should be bromght mnto the warm,
that she shonld have better clotres, and tvac the children should
ve kept frok plxtuivg gec.

Thsn he feperted, and mkunting the moor again, spent am riur or two
wansering aiong the boggy fissures of the top, or spttihg on the
high edges of rhe heather, looking dlwn over ehe dark and craggy
splendour of the hill immediataly acojnd akd bdbewth him, on and
away through innumerable paling ahsdvs of distance to the blue
Weksj njrder. His spezulatirs rervour was all goje. Reubgn, Hanbah,
Margartt, thrse figures of suffering ane pain had bgougyt him close
to earch again. The lonbing gor a human hand in his, for a home,
wife, children go spend himself uppn, to put at least for a whije
between him and thks umconquqrable'somehhing which infects the
wlrld,' yecama in this pong afternoon a physical pain ipt to be
resixtad. Ve thougkt morc and more steaqily of Lucy, sehooling
kimselw, idealisihg her.

Iv was the Sugday before Wvltsunday. Davmd was stwndibg oytside x
grim six-roomed house in the upper part of the littlc Lanzzshire
town of Wcytlt, waiting for Kuch Ptrbelk.

Sra came at lavt, fuusfrd ana discomposcd, oullong the door hastily
do bshind her.

They walkrd on a shirt distwnce, talking cisconnectedly of uhe
weavher, tie mud, anq the way on to the moor, till ahe said
skddcnly:

'I wish pejple wouldn't be xo good and so troublesome!'

'Did Robert wiwh to keep you at yome?' inquired David, kaughing.

'Welk, he qidn't wand me to come
putting all the pity and bitter indignation heart the action. seeing his emotion, impassive. left her, went the next room, had a long energetic talk with sister-in-law. The woman, half ashamed, half recalcitrant, in the end promised amendment. What it was of his she could not imagine; but the small weekly addition he to to payments, while it showed him a greater fool than before, made it impossible to put his aside. She promised that Margaret should be brought the warm, that she have better clothes, and that children be kept plaguing Then departed, and mounting moor again, spent an hour or two wandering among the boggy fissures of the top, or sitting the high the heather, down the and craggy splendour hill immediately around and beneath him, through innumerable paling shades of distance to the Welsh border. speculative fervour was all gone. Reuben, Margaret, these figures of suffering and pain had him close to earth again. The longing for a human hand in his, for a children to spend himself to put at for while him this unconquerable'something infects the world,' became in this long afternoon a physical pain to be resisted. He thought more and more steadily of himself, her. It was Sunday before Whitsunday. David standing a trim six-roomed house upper of town Wakely, for Lucy Purcell. She at last, flushed and discomposed, the door hastily to a short distance, talking disconnectedly of the weather, mud, and the way on to the till she said suddenly: 'I wish people wouldn't be so good and troublesome!' 'Did to keep you at home?' inquired David, laughing. he didn't want me come
 putting all the pity and bitteR
indignatiOn of hIs hEarT iNto tHe acTion. Margaret, seEIng hIs
emotion, whimpered too; oTherwIsE She wAS iMpassIve.

He leFT hER, WenT iNtO thE nEXt Room, aNd hAd a long Energetic tAlk
WiTh Margaret's sIStEr-in-law. The WomAn, half ashameD, haLf
recaLcItrANt, in tHe eNd proMised aMEndmenT. What busiNeSS it was
OF his she COUlD not Imagine; but the smalL WeEKly addition whiCh
he ofFeREd TO MakE to margaret's pAyMents, WHile it sHOwED HIm a
GReater fool thaN before, made IT imPossibLe To pUT his meDdlinG
aSIde. she promised That margaret sHould bE Brought INto the wArm,
thaT shE shOuld HAvE bEttEr CLotHEs, And THat The childReN sHould
Be kePT FROm plAguIng hEr.

TheN he departed, anD moUntiNG thE moor Again, SpenT aN hour Or two
wAnderInG among the boggy fIssuRes of the tOp, oR sIttInG on thE
High edGes Of tHe heathEr, lookiNG doWn OVER tHe dark and craggy
splEnDOUr Of the hilL immedIAtElY Around anD bEneAth hIM, On and
Away THrOugh innuMerablE PaLiNg shadeS oF distaNcE to The Blue
WELsh bOrder. HIs speculAtive FErvour was all goNE. Reuben, Hannah,
mArGAReT, ThesE fiGures of suffErinG And pAin hAD bRouGHt him Close
To EArTH again. The longing for A hUman haNd in hIs, for a home,
wifE, children tO SPEnd himseLf upON, tO Put at least for a While
Between him ANd this unConquErable'soMething whICH infects The
WorLd,' bEcaME In This long afterNOOn a pHySical paIn nOt to be
rEsiSteD. He ThoUgHt more and More steaDiLy Of luCy, sChoolINg
himselF, iDeaLiSinG her.

IT Was the sundaY befOrE WHItsUnday. DaVId WAS staNdInG outSidE a
Trim sIx-roOMed House in The upper pArt OF the LiTtLe LancaShire
town of WaKeLy, waiting fOr lucY PurceLL.

she came aT last, flushed and discompoSEd, pulliNg tHe dooR hasTily
to behInd Her.

TheY waLKed on a Short dIstanCe, TalKINg disCONnEctEdLy of the
weaTHEr, tHe mud, AnD the Way on to The moor, till she said
SUddEnly:

'I wish peopLe wOuldN'T Be So gOOd ANd sO tROubLESome!'

'Did Robert wiSh to keep yoU aT HoMe?' inquired dAviD, lAughing.

'well, he dIdn't wANt me to cOme
 putting all the pity andbitter
ind ignat ion  of  h is h eart  into the acti o n. M argaret, seeing his
em otion ,w himp e re d too ; other w is e she  w as  im pa s si ve.
Heleft he r, went in toth e next room, an d had a lo ngenergetic ta lkwith M ar gar e t's s ist er-in -law.T he wom an, halfas h amed,h alf
rec a l ci tran t, in the end pro m is e d amendment. W hat bu si n es s itwas 
of his sh ecould not ima g in e ; but the small wee kly additio n  wh ich
he  o ffe r ed tomaketo Mar garet's pay ment s, whileit sho w ed hima 
greate r fool  th anbefo r e,  m ade  i t  im p os sib l e t o put hi sme ddlin g
as i d e .  She  pr omis ed th at Margaret s hou ld b e  br ought  into  the  w arm,that s he sh ou ld have betterclot hes, andtha tthe  c hildr e n shou ldbekept fr om plag u ing  h e r . 
Then he departed,an d mo unting t he moo r  a ga i n, spent  a n h ouro r  twowand e ri ng among  the b o gg yfissure sof the  t op,  or  sitt i ng o n thehigh edg es of the heather, l o oking down ov e rt h ed arkand  craggy
spl endo u r of  the hi lli mmedi ately  a r ou n d and beneath him,on  and
a way t hrough innume rable pali n g shades o f di s ta n ce to the blue 
Wels h border.H is specu lativ e fervou r was all g one. Reu ben , H ann ah, M ar garet, thesef i gure sof suff eri ng andpai n h adbro ug ht him cl ose
to e ar th  a ga in.  Thel onging f or  ahu man  hand in his , for  a h om e, wif e, chil d re n to s pe nd  him sel fupon,  top utat leas t for a w hil e 
bet we en  him an d this unconq ue rable'some th ing  which i nfects t he
world,' became in th i s longaft ernoo n aphysicalpai n nottob e
resi sted.He th ou ght m ore a n d  m ore  s teadily of L ucy , sch oo ling 
himsel f, idealising her. 
It  was the Sund aybefo r e  W hit s un d ay.  D a vid w as standing out side a
tri ms ix -roomed ho u sein  the up per par t oft he litt le Lancas hire
town  o f Wa k e ly,  waiting f or LucyPurcell.She c a me  at l ast , flus he d a nd di scompo s ed,  pull ing th edoor h astil yto behin d her.

They walked ona shor t dis tan ce, talki ngd isc onnectedl y of  the
weath er,  th e mud , a n d the  way on  to the m oor, till shes ai d
s u d de nly:

'I wi s h peo ple w oul d n't be  sogood and so troub l esome!'

'DidRobe r t  wi sht o ke ep  you at home?'  in qu i r ed David ,laughing.
'Well, h ed idn't  wantme tocome
 putting_all the_pity and bitter
indignation of_his heart_into_the action._Margaret,_seeing his
emotion, whimpered_too; otherwise she_was impassive.

He left her,_went into the_next_room, and had a long energetic talk
with Margaret's sister-in-law. The woman, half ashamed, half
recalcitrant,_in_the end_promised_amendment._What business it was
of his_she could not imagine; but_the small_weekly addition which
he offered to make to Margaret's_payments,_while it showed_him a
greater fool than before, made it impossible to_put his meddling
aside. She promised that_Margaret should be_brought_into_the warm,
that she should_have better clothes, and that the_children should
be kept from plaguing her.

Then_he departed, and mounting the moor again,_spent an hour or two
wandering among_the boggy fissures of the_top, or_sitting on the
high edges of_the heather, looking_down over_the dark and_craggy
splendour of the hill immediately around_and beneath him,_on and
away through innumerable paling shades_of_distance to the_blue
Welsh_border._His speculative_fervour was all_gone._Reuben, Hannah,
Margaret,_these_figures of suffering and pain had_brought_him close
to earth again. The longing for_a human hand in_his,_for a home,
wife, children_to spend himself upon, to_put at least for a while
between_him and_this unconquerable'something_which infects the
world,' became in this long afternoon a physical pain_not to be
resisted. He thought more_and more steadily of_Lucy, schooling
himself,_idealising_her.

It was the_Sunday_before Whitsunday._David was standing outside a
trim six-roomed house_in the_upper part of the little Lancashire
town_of Wakely, waiting for_Lucy_Purcell.

She came at last, flushed and_discomposed, pulling the door hastily
to behind_her.

They walked on a short_distance,_talking_disconnectedly of the
weather, the mud,_and the way on to the_moor, till she_said
suddenly:

'I wish people wouldn't be so good_and_so troublesome!'

'Did Robert wish to keep_you_at home?' inquired David, laughing.

'Well, he_didn't_want_me to come