He said two hasty words to Hester, and followed her.
CHAPTER XIII.
"Bet," said Will, when they got outside; "Bet, I'm here. What is it?
You're in trouble. I can tell by the way you turn your head away as
you're in sore trouble. Why, there--you're sobbing. Don't, don't. It
hurts me sore to see you thus."
"It were the music," said Bet. "Hester allays moves me, and there were
words as brought mother back. I didn't hold to mother so much when she
were living--I weren't never too good to her; but now it seem to me
as if I fair hungered for her, and I'd like well to send her a
message--many messages. Then, there were them last words. Why, Will,
any one 'ud suppose that Hester were of mother's thinking. I never
could have guessed it."
"Maybe she is, and maybe she isn't" said Will. "Seems to me the words
is true, whoever holds on to 'em."
They were walking rapidly, and now Bet felt a sweet and yet rough
breeze on her cheeks. They were down by the Mersey, and the salt taste
from the sea was blown into her hot eyes and burning cheeks.
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