[Sylvia’s Lovers Vol. II by Elizabeth Gaskell]@TWC D-Link bookSylvia’s Lovers Vol. II CHAPTER XXIII 17/18
A wish t' gang, and thee, and Hobbs and them mad folk up yonder, were a' down i' hell, a do.' 'Coom, lad,' said Daniel, noways offended at his companion's wish on his behalf.
'A'm noane flush mysel', but here's half-a-crown and tuppence; it's a' a've getten wi' me, but it'll keep thee and t' beast i' food and shelter to-neet, and get thee a glass o' comfort, too.
A had thought o' takin' one mysel', but a shannot ha' a penny left, so a'll just toddle whoam to my missus.' Daniel was not in the habit of feeling any emotion at actions not directly affecting himself; or else he might have despised the poor wretch who immediately clutched at the money, and overwhelmed that man with slobbery thanks whom he had not a minute before been cursing.
But all Simpson's stronger passions had been long ago used up; now he only faintly liked and disliked, where once he loved and hated; his only vehement feeling was for himself; that cared for, other men might wither or flourish as best suited them. Many of the doors which had been close shut when the crowd went down the High Street, were partially open as Daniel slowly returned; and light streamed from them on the otherwise dark road.
The news of the successful attempt at rescue had reached those who had sate in mourning and in desolation an hour or two ago, and several of these pressed forwards as from their watching corner they recognized Daniel's approach; they pressed forward into the street to shake him by the hand, to thank him (for his name had been bruited abroad as one of those who had planned the affair), and at several places he was urged to have a dram--urgency that he was loath for many reasons to refuse, but his increasing uneasiness and pain made him for once abstinent, and only anxious to get home and rest.
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