is out all day, and won’t bother you when he’s in; he’s not like other people, poor chap. But the woman s all there, and would do her best for you in a humble, simple, wholesome sort of way.”
“You think they would take me in?”
“They have taken other men - artists as a rule.”
“Then it’s a picturesque country?”
“Oh, it’s that if it’s nothing else; but not a town for miles, mind you, and hardly a village worthy the name.”
“Any fishing?”
“Yes - trout - small but plenty of ‘em - in a beck running close behind the cottage.”
she was in the power of that! I must live for Eva indeed; must save myself to save and protect my innocent and helpless girl.
Again I was a man; stronger than ever was the stimulus now, louder than ever the call on every drop of true man’s blood in my perishing frame. It should not perish! It should not!