The Slow Awakening by Catherine Cookson

Author:Catherine Cookson [Cookson, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781780360515
Goodreads: 18951443
Publisher: Peach Publishing
Published: 1976-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

‘Tell me, right out now, you go across the river to, to Flynn?’ His lips could hardly frame the word, for in mentioning the name he had the idea that he was elevating the young snot to the position of an equal. One didn’t make enemies among the common people.

Her eye flickered just the slightest now as she said, ‘Yes, master.’

‘You stand there…an’, an’ you…you tell me you go across to that man’s house?’

‘…Yes, master.’

He was nonplussed at her quiet frankness, but he saw that her eye was flickering now. Ah! Ah! he was getting through, was he?

‘Why?’ He moved round the table hanging on to the edge until he was within inches of her, and again he demanded, ‘Why?’ His voice ending on a bellow made her start, and she dashed towards the door and closed it, saying, ‘He…he sleeps lightly.’

He took up her words. ‘He sleeps lightly you say? You look after my son. I put him into your—your care. I’ve had con-confidence in you. Do you…do you realise, girl, that I’ve had confidence in you? I’ve made bad blood ’tween my wife and B…an’…an’ Miss Cartwright, an’ myself all…all because of you. They have wanted to get rid of you. Perhaps they were wiser than me. I’m a man that doesn’t…doesn’t stand divided loyalties. You should know that by now. Tell me. Tell me why did you go, go over there? How d’you get to know them, that scum?’

Kirsten stared at him. She saw that the master was drunk, very drunk. She had never seen him like this before, she had never heard him shout like this since the time he discovered that the jewellery was missing. She said simply, ‘He saved my life. Colum Flynn saved my life. He dragged me from the river and…and brought me up here. Mr Dixon helped him. Then I…I was walking by the river one day and I saw him and I thanked him. Just like that. I did not go across, master; he was in his own land and we talked over the space.’ She did not say over the wall, for she knew that even the mention of the wall would inflame his anger. ‘Then I met Dorry, his aunt, and she asked me up for a cup of tea. You see—’ she bent her head gently forward towards him as if imparting a confidence, ‘I knew nobody, I had nowhere to go.’

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