He went straight to find Rose, for that mood was upon him. The due of loneliness which his shame demanded had been paid during the drive home from Rye, and now he quite simply and childishly wanted his wife. She was in the kitchen, stooping over some child's garment, the little frills of which she was pleating in her fingers. She lifted her head with a start as he came in, and he saw that her face was patched with tearstains.Chapter 9
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She had slid back to his knee, and the weight and warmth of her comforted him a little. He lifted his head quickly at her words."No fault of mine, squire," answered Byles, in a sullen tone; "there was no such thing as getting the creature out; and if Sam or I had been caught, it would have been worse still. But bad as Stephen is, he wouldn't have thought of accusing us, if it hadn't have been for that old she-fox, his mother.""Oh, don't leave us!don't leave us!" said Byles, in an agony. "Oh, save me! save me!" sobbed Mary."You d?an't mind me talking to you of her?"