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138 IRRESOLUTE CATHERINE
“ Can ye give me a drink o’ water ? ” she
inquired. “ It’s dry work coming up the
hill.”
The door was shut on her and she heard
the pump working in the yard. Apparently
the latch was not to be lifted again, for
when Mrs. Job returned she came round
the side of the house and handed her the
desired drink.
Susannah swallowed the water, feeling as
if it would choke her.
“ Thank ye,” she said.
And, as the elder woman put out her
hand to take the empty cup, she dashed
it on the ground at their feet. The china
flew into shivers on the step.
She went off along the track, leaving the
other speechless, and when she had gone
a little way she sat down on the turf and
looked back. Mrs. Job had gone in and
the chapel-goers were dispersing; black
figures scattered in retreating groups to¬
wards different quarters of the landscape.

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