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ngs。 She was
very sensitive to her father。 She knew if he had been drinking;
were he ever so little affected; and she could not bear it。 He
flushed when he drank; the veins stood out on his temples; there
was a twinkling; cavalier boisterousness in his eye; his manner
was jovially overbearing and mocking。 And it angered her。 When
she heard his loud; roaring; boisterous mockery; an anger of
resentment filled her。 She ; the
moment he came in。
〃You look a sight; you do; red in the face;〃 she cried。
〃I might look worse if I was green;〃 he answered。
〃Boozing in Ilkeston。〃
〃And what's wrong wi' Il'son?〃
She flounced away。 He watched her with amused; twinkling
eyes; yet in spite of himself said that she flouted him。
They were a curious family; a law to themselves; separate
from the world; isolated; a small republic set in invisible
bounds。 The mother was quite indifferent to Ilkeston and
Cossethay; to any claims made on her from outside; she was very
shy of any outsider; exceedingly courteous; winning even。 But
the moment the visitor had gone; she laughed and dismissed him;
he did not exist。 It had been all a game to her。 She was still a
foreigner; unsure of her ground。 But alone with her own children
and husband at the Marsh; she was mistress of a little native
land that lacked nothing。
She had some beliefs somewhere; never defined。 She had been
brought up a Roman Catholic。 She had gone to the Church of
England for protection。 The outward form was a matter of
indifference to her。 Yet she had some fundamental religion。 It
was as if she worshipped God as a mystery; never seeking