Chapter 11

Robert had not, previously, seemed worth captivating. She took him for granted. Now, as she watched his sturdy and independent figure cross the fold, she became conscious of him as a young man to be enslaved. ‘Good-bye, sister!’ said Isaiah. ‘There’s a box of them winter pears, and the red apples you like, and Gillian can gather some eggs for ye, and Robert’ll get you a couple of fowl. Tell Emily to dream what I said!’ With a shout of laughter he swung into the saddle. ‘Good-bye, Isaiah,’ said Mrs. Fanteague. ‘God …