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"'What should I do? I'm withering away here like a plant deprived of water! What of value is there in my life? Beauty? Only I was noticed by the landlord in the church… He looked at me with such admiring eyes! He's so handsome! But how could he be interested in a poor girl? Only in fairy tales! – Christine thought bitterly, and the tears of despair and hopelessness ran down her cheeks again. – Will I ever get out of this dark corner? When will I finally live in my own beautiful home, eating sweets and wearing fancy dresses?"
When darkness fell, Christine returned to the hovel she hated, where a hot supper and her older sister's silent disapproval awaited her. Christine had no appetite, for once again the meal was a bland porridge, which she had long since had enough of. Christine took off her shoes and her casual work dress and left her in a rough undershirt. She lay down on her bunk, facing the wall, and deliberately hid her head under the blanket, ignoring her sisters and father.
– Are you not ill? – Pastor Christine asked puzzled, noticing her daughter's gloomy mood. – Vespers is coming soon, and you need your strength. Eat, my daughter.
– I'm not hungry," she replied briefly, not wanting to talk.
– Then you will not be able to eat the porridge until tomorrow morning. If you don't share the evening meal with us, you'll be hungry – Pastor was concerned about his middle daughter's behaviour: Catherine had informed him earlier that Christine had left home again.
– I don't want any porridge, Dad. I'm not feeling well," Christine lied indifferently. She did not want to go to vespers: her father's sermons on the nobility of poverty had satiated her oppressed soul. She was melancholy and hopeless and longed to be alone.
– No time! You can't miss vespers! – Kate persisted, displeased at her sister's obstinacy.
– I won't go," said Christine quietly but firmly.
– But did St Christ stop preaching when he was afflicted? – said the pastor in an instructive tone.
– Leave her alone, Dad. God sees her heart and knows what is going on in it," said Catherine to her father: she had guessed her sister's plan to avoid vespers, but she kept silent, thinking it would do Christine good to be alone and think over her "wicked" behaviour. – Just please, Chris, wash the plates. I don't have time.
Christine's response was an exasperated sigh.
A quarter of an hour later, the pastor, Catherine and Cassie put on their best dresses and hurried into the church.
Christine wiped her poor bed with tears for a long time, but when she had calmed down, she took the clay plates and, going out into the yard, began to scrub them with a pig bristle brush. Suddenly, once again, Christine felt a rush of regret for her fading life, but she could not contain her anger and grabbed one of the plates and threw it to the ground, breaking it into several large pieces. Christine returned to the house, put the clean plates on the shelf, lay down on her mattress again, and wept bitterly. When the Glowfords returned from vespers, the girl was already asleep, weary with worries and black thoughts, but Catherine woke her to listen to the passage of Scripture that Pastor Glowford read every evening.
– There's one plate missing," Catherine said, glancing at the shelf.
– It fell out of my hands and broke," Christine told her sullenly.
Kate sat down beside her on the muff, and Cassie, full of joy at her homecoming, sat down beside her, and the family began to listen to the lines of Scripture that Pastor Glowford read with feeling. The pastor's voice was hushed, then filled with power, then with gentleness, then with dire warnings of the futility of existence and the terrible consequences of sin. After reading another passage, the pastor put the book aside. The family held hands and prayed, but the hearts of two of the four were indifferent to prayer: Christine's heart was wounded by dark thoughts and feelings, and Cassie's heart was not at all attentive to prayer, and the girl was more occupied with thoughts of the morrow, for she and the local boys had conspired to rob the apple-tree of a grumpy old neighbour. As she prayed, Cassie watched with delight as a spider crawled up the wall and disappeared into one of the crevices.
– Tomorrow, after morning, I will go to see our new landlord," the parson said after the prayer was over.
– To the Count of Draymore? – Christine exclaimed, stu
– To have a conversation with him about our church. I approached him after the service today, but he was in a hurry, but he invited me to an audience at his estate.
– But is it not in his power to come himself? – Christine hoped to see the lord again, and vaguely felt the need to make him admire her beauty even more.
– The Count of Draymore is a highborn person. I think we shall never again have the honour of seeing him at Walsingham," the parson answered her with a slight chuckle.
Christine's heart sank: she was suddenly seized with an irresistible desire to see the Count, but her father's words disappointed her.
– I hope that during my audience you will not indulge in laziness, but will tidy up the church, – the pastor a
– When will you be back? Will you be back in time for di
– I think so. And now we must rest from the day's labours.
The family lay down on their miserable beds.
Cassie was always the first to fall asleep, but this evening she was full of energy and desperate to do something naughty.
– Katie, shall we sing a song? – came a little voice in the darkness.
– It's late, darling, we need to sleep," Catherine answered her.
– But I can't sleep. Let's sing a song!
– Oh, God, Kate, calm her down! – came Christine's disgruntled voice.
– Chris, you should be more restrained," her father told her sternly. – Cassie, we'll sing, but tomorrow.
– But I want it now! It's a fu
– Will you keep your mouth shut?
Christine's loud shout frightened poor Cassie, and she stopped talking and breathed deeply in fear.
– God will punish you for this! – Kate shouted at Christine, knowing what Cassie's heavy breathing meant. – You scared her! Cassie, come here.
Cassie quickly moved over to Kate's mattress and put her arms around her sister's neck. She couldn't get over her fright, and she couldn't understand why she had made Christine so angry, because all she wanted to do was sing a song about chickens.
She covered her ears with her hands and tried not to hear Cassie's sighs, which only a
In the morning Cassie felt sick: her forehead was burning, and her skin was hot and moist. The girl did not go to matins. Cassie tossed and turned on her mattress for a long time, but still managed to fall asleep. When the Glowfords' neighbours heard that Cassie was unwell, they promised to bring some milk for her.
After the morning mass, Pastor Glowford went to the Count of Draymore's estate, Rivershold, which he had never been to during his stay in Walsingham, for the old landlord never took any interest in the fate of his peasants. The pastor walked: he was fond of walking, and at such times felt full of vigour. He had no horse, and he did not want to disturb the parishioners with his problems, and there was only one horse in the village. So, dressed in his best suit, long since worn and patched by Catherine's hands, Pastor Glowford walked along the dusty road to Rivershold. On the way, he prayed that God would listen to the prayers of his parishioners, turn Lord Draymore's heart to them, and meet their needs. He carried with him a large, yellowed paperweight with an old drawing of the church, wishing to show it to the Earl, with a view to its possible restoration. Strangely enough, the pastor believed the new landlord and thought that the Lord himself had brought him to Walsingham. But suddenly the pastor remembered Cassie's illness and became worried: how was his treasure feeling? But the knowledge that Catherine was looking after her reassured him: his face brightened, and with renewed strength and hope in his heart he made his way to the manor.