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way of it--'_Nobody asked you, sir, she said._' Dicky, we sit rebuked."
"But--" she hesitated, and then went on rapidly in the lowest of low
tones--"if your Honour wouldn't mind giving me silver instead of gold?
They won't change gold for me in the town; they'll think I have stolen
it. Most Sundays I'm allowed to take home broken meats to mother and
grandfather, and to-night I shan't be given any, now that I'm sent away.
They'll be expecting me, and indeed, sir, I can't bear to face them--or
I wouldn't ask you. I beg your Honour's pardon for saying so much."
"Hullo!" exclaimed the Collector. "Why, yes, to be sure, you must be
grandchild to the old man of the sea--him that I met on the beach this
afternoon, t'other side of the headland. Lives in a hovel with a wood
pile beside it, and a daughter that looks out for wreckage?"
"Your Honour spoke with them?" Into Ruth's face there mounted a deeper
tide of colour. But whereas the first flush had been dark with
distress, this second spread with a glow of affection. Her eyes seemed
to take light from it, and shone.
"I spoke with the old man. Since you have said so much, I may say more.
I gave him food; he was starving."
She bent her head. Her hands moved a little, with a gesture most
pitiful to see. "I was afraid," she muttered, "with these gales, and no
getting to the oyster beds."
"He took some food, too, to his daughter, with a bottle of wine, as I
remember."
A bright tear dropped. In the candle-light Dicky saw it splash on the
back of her hand, by the wrist.
"God bless your Honour!" Dicky could just hear the words.
The door opened and Manasseh entered, bearing the coffee on a silver
tray.
"Manasseh," said his master, "take that guinea and bring me change for
it. If you have no silver in the treasury get the landlady to change it
for you."
Manasseh was affronted. His hand came near to shaking as he poured and
handed the coffee.
"Yo' Hon'ah doan off'n use de metal," he answered. "Dat's sho'.
But whiles an' again yo' Hon'ah condescends ter want it. Dat bein' so,
I keep it by me--_an'_ polished. I doan fetch yo' Hon'ah w'at any low
trash has handled."
He withdrew, leaving this fine shaft to rankle, and by-and-by entered
with a small velvet bag, from the neck of which he shook a small cascade
of silver coins, all exquisitely polished.
"Count me out change for a guinea," commanded his master.
Manasseh obeyed.
"Now empty t
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