Chapter 35

‘My missus is feeling fainty,’ he explained to the wondering porters. ‘She mun bide till the next. She’s granny-reared, lukka! and a bit nesh.’ And the cowman-shepherd walked quietly down the long platform with his master’s daughter and his master’s daughter’s bag in his arms; deposited them in the waiting Junction train; got in; shut the door; mopped his face, and prepared for the worst. CHAPTER FOURTEEN: ‘_Daggly Weather_’ THERE was a long, bitter, tearful silence. At last the few passengers strayed down the plat…