In a moment she came back.
He stood still in the same position, a frown over his fiercely staring
eyes. The pain, the fear, the horror in his breast were all burning away
in the new, fiercest flame of passion.
'Get your dinner,' he said roughly to her.
'I've had all I want,' she said. 'You come an' have yours.'
He looked at the table as if he found it difficult to see things.
'I want no more,' he said.
She stood close to his chest. She wanted to touch him and to comfort him.
There was something about him now that fascinated her. Berry felt
slightly ashamed that she seemed to ignore the presence of others in the
room.
The mother came in. She glanced at Sutton, standing planted on the
hearthrug, his head ducked, the heavy frown hiding his eyes. There was a
peculiar braced intensity about him that made the elder woman afraid.
Suddenly he jerked his head round to his nephew.
'Get on wi' your dinner, lad,' he said, and he went to the door. The
dogs, which had continually lain down and got up again, uneasy, now rose
and watched. The girl went after him, saying, clearly:
'What did you want, Dan?'
Her slim, quick figure was gone, the door was closed behind her.
There was silence. The mother, still more slave-like in her movement, sat
down in a low chair. Berry drank some beer.
'That girl will leave him,' he said to himself. 'She'll hate him like
poison. And serve him right.
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